In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Young and the Rested.”
I have sat here pondering the daily prompt and I am ashamed to say I can’t remember the last time I felt rejuvenated. It is not for lack of trying. After a heartbreaking divorce, I spent three months in France at a language school. It is something I had wanted to do since college. (I am 55). And as much as I loved being there, it didn’t give me the new outlook for which I have been searching. I moved to a new city with a completely different vibe three months ago thinking new place would mean new energy. Again nothing. Maybe It’s just not in the cards for me to find a rejuvenated life.