That's literally what she said after completing her workout and leaving the Y.
She's been coming in every morning, sometimes more than once a day. Obviously trying to get back into shape for ...something. There was a sadness in her voice. Maybe even despair. "When does it get easier?" I'm not even sure if it was me she was asking - though I was the only one there.
Yeah... I don't know. I mean, even if we're talking about working out/exercise. I don't know. But I'm guessing that wasn't all it was about.
When does life get easier?
I actually read on the internets (yes, I just googled it) that age 44 is supposed to be when it gets easier. Ha! That's just... funny. I didn't even bother clicking the link.
Some suggest it's when we have more money, are more mature, let go of fear, find our purpose, and "about 2,030,000,000 other results."
Meh, I don't know. What about those for whom life has seemed to get harder??
This is beginning to hurt my brain. I think I'm going to just sit here for a minute. Take a few deep breaths. Maybe close my eyes. ... ... ...
Okay ... You know, that does seem easier.
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