What are you going to do when you are no longer able to do the things you like to do?

At that point I think I will have found other things I like to do that will fit better with my physical or mental state. I can always adapt.

So I guess I would just look for other things to do that I may like to do.

oh, you mean, right now? probably this.

Since that has happened, now I’m just scraping my way through school (By scraping, I mean that it’s hard but I still get As), and sitting on my ass.
Hopefully, I can fix myself and become physical active again.

Start all over again.

Find new things that I will like to do.

I think I will always be able to listen to music, unless I lose my hearing.
One way or another, I should always be able to read.
While my vision lasts, there will always be something to look at.
I hope I never lose the ability to laugh.
Things I have committed to memory will always be mine as long as I have a memory. When I haven’t, the rest won’t matter.

If we are inherently wise enough, the things we like will evolve according to our capabilities. Else we know that we are just going to be setting ourselves up for unhappiness. Isn’t self-awareness part the recipe for happiness? :)

Give them up in turn.
One by one.
Resignedly.

When my hands started peeling so badly I couldn’t do needlework anymore, or hold scissors, I found out I could still use the computer, even with everything wrapped up in bandages. I designed a whole bunch of projects on the pc design program Hubby got me, and did a lot of online genealogy research, and uploaded a ton of photos and answered hundreds or maybe thousands of questions and I never ran out ideas.

Now that my hands are all healed and I can hold scissors again, it’s almost hard to go back, and I have dozens of quilt patterns to try out.

Probably become a bitter husk of my former self and pass my days sitting on the front porch, yelling at kids to get off my lawn.

@Jayne, that gets old fast unless you are good with a slingshot and have a pocketful of frozen cherry tomatoes.

Hang myself.

Or not.. probably just be miserable for the rest of my days.

I love tennis, singles not doubles. And for the last couple of years I have not had anyone to play with. Now there is occasionally an opportunity to play and I find I have lost a lot of speed, agility, timing, you name it. It makes me sad because I know even if I can find a way to start playing regularly again, I don’t feel I will ever be the player I once was.

So now I run, do some off road biking and play golf, not as much fun as tennis but it keeps the joints from rusting and locking!

I’ll try Viagra.

Not to be facetious, but probably something else. I know I will fluther for as long as it is fun, and entertaining, and teaches me something. And to coincide with another recent question, I’d like to be fluthering up to the last. You’ll know I’ve gone when my answer becomes something like thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssswqrzxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx =)

Adapt or opt out.

Be with people I love and who loves me. Then life wouldn’t probably suck as much.

That time has already come for me in many ways. I alternate between finding new joys, and resenting the hell out of my body for what I can no longer do.