I just recently began walking in the park, like I used to before my legs didn’t want to work anymore. It’s frustrating just starting out, especially since a few years ago I was doing it with, for me, such little effort. It’s like taking baby steps.
It’s sort of how my writing has been lately. Certain days the words come through my finger tips with ease, and on others I sit there watching the curser blinking at me while trying to come up with the right word.
It might take me awhile but I usually do find the right word. And I know walking will get easier and it will be better. Maybe not to the point I was before. But better then what they are now, and have been for the last couple of years.