1. The Currency I Didn’t Know I Was Spending
I used to think time was my most limited resource. Lately I’ve realized it’s energy.
The shift didn’t happen in a doctor’s office or during some dramatic health scare. It happened in the middle of making lunch wraps. I had everything laid out on the counter — tuna mixed with Greek yogurt, sliced turkey, steak, spinach, tortillas. I was assembling them automatically, thinking I was being efficient, when I stopped mid-roll and wondered: Will this still be good in three days? Should I freeze it? Should I store everything separately?
It wasn’t really about food safety.
It was about tomorrow.
If I assemble everything now and it goes soggy, I’ll have wasted both food and effort. If I freeze something that doesn’t thaw well, I’ll feel frustrated and start over. If I store the components separately, I give myself options. I reduce friction for a future day when my energy may be lower than it is right now.
Standing there with a tortilla in my hand, I realized I wasn’t just prepping lunch. I was deciding how much of tomorrow’s energy I was willing to spend today.
That same realization followed me into travel planning. We’re heading to Old Montréal in September. Years ago I would have looked at a map and counted attractions. How many churches? How many museums? How much could we cover in a day?
This time I measured by hours.
One hour of walking. Two fifteen-minute rest stops. Time to sit with coffee without feeling behind. Time to eat lunch without pushing through fatigue. I even built in weather adjustments so a rainy day wouldn’t become a lost day — just a different one.
Planning rest stops on purpose felt almost rebellious. Not rest because I collapsed. Rest because I decided.
That’s when the word intention started to feel less like a slogan and more like a survival skill.
After sixty, and especially with chronic illness, energy is not predictable. It fluctuates. It vanishes without warning. It does not respond well to pressure. And yet most of the advice we’re given still sounds like it’s written for someone with a full tank.
What I’m beginning to understand is this: quality of life isn’t built on how much we can squeeze into a good day. It’s built on how carefully we design our days so the hard ones don’t undo us.
Energy, not time, is the real currency now.
And intention is how I decide where to spend it.
2. The Old Question: “Can I Still Do This?”
For a long time, my measuring stick was the past.
Can I still walk as far as I used to?
Can I still manage a full sightseeing day?
Can I still prep a week’s worth of meals in one afternoon?
It’s a quiet comparison, but it’s constant.
For women managing chronic illness after sixty, that comparison can become exhausting. We remember what a “normal” day felt like. We remember moving through a grocery store without scanning for benches. We remember planning travel without calculating recovery time.
When we ask, Can I still do this? what we’re really asking is, Am I shrinking?
That question carries more weight than we admit. It brushes up against independence. Capability. Identity.
And sometimes the answer is uncomfortable.
No, I can’t walk six hours straight anymore.
No, I can’t stack three big commitments in one day and expect to feel fine tomorrow.
No, I can’t ignore the cost of overextending.
But that question — Can I still do this? — is built on a flawed premise.
It assumes the goal is to replicate the past.
3. The Better Question: “How Do I Design This Differently?”
When I shifted the question, everything softened.
Instead of asking whether I could still manage Old Montréal the way I might have twenty years ago, I asked: How can I design this trip so it works for me now?
That’s how the one-hour walking blocks appeared.
That’s how the scheduled rest stops became intentional instead of accidental.
That’s how café time became part of the plan instead of a guilty delay.
The same thing happened in my kitchen.
Instead of pushing through meal prep in one burst of efficiency, I started thinking in systems. What keeps the ingredients fresh longer? What reduces decision-making on a low-energy day? What protects me from having to start over?
Storing the components separately may not feel impressive. Planning fewer sights per day may not look ambitious. A no-spend evening at home may not look exciting.
But each of those decisions says the same thing:
I am designing around my energy, not pretending it doesn’t matter.
That shift changes everything.
Designing differently doesn’t mean doing less in a defeated way. It means doing things in a structured way that supports tomorrow’s version of me. It means acknowledging that recovery time is real. That inflammation is real. That fatigue is not laziness.
It means building margin on purpose.
4. Intention as a Filter
This is where my word of the year — intention — stopped being abstract.
Intention has become a filter I run things through before I commit.
Does this respect my energy?
Is this worth the cost tomorrow?
Can I structure this so I’m not borrowing from next week?
That filter applies to travel.
It applies to food.
It applies to spending.
It applies to creativity.
It’s not about shrinking life.
It’s about stabilizing it.
For many of us, chronic illness makes energy unpredictable. We can’t always increase it. But we can reduce unnecessary drains. We can build systems that make good days steadier and hard days softer.
That, I’m discovering, is where quality of life quietly improves.
Not in dramatic reinvention.
But in thoughtful design.
5. Quality of Life Isn’t Built on Big Days
I’m not trying to build a bigger life than I had before illness.
I’m trying to build a steadier one.
There’s a difference.
A bigger life chases full calendars, ambitious itineraries, impressive productivity. A steadier life asks quieter questions. It leaves room. It assumes fatigue will visit. It prepares for that reality instead of resenting it.
Planning rest stops in Montréal doesn’t make the trip smaller. It makes it possible.
Storing meal components separately doesn’t make me inefficient. It makes future meals manageable.
Choosing a no-spend evening at home isn’t about restriction. It’s about protecting both my nervous system and my bank account from decisions I’ll regret tomorrow.
None of these choices look dramatic from the outside. But together they form something solid.
They form a life that doesn’t collapse after a good day.
For women over sixty managing chronic illness, quality of life isn’t built on how much we can endure. It’s built on how carefully we allocate what we have. Energy is limited. That’s not pessimism — it’s information.
And information lets us design wisely.
Intention, for me, has become less about goals and more about guardrails. It helps me decide where my energy goes before it leaks away unnoticed. It keeps me from borrowing from tomorrow without consent.
I don’t control my diagnoses.
I don’t control every flare or fatigue wave.
But I can control how I structure my days.
That is not a small thing.
If energy is the currency now, then intention is how I choose to spend it.
And that, more than anything, is how I’m improving my quality of life.
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