My answer is quite unorthodox. But the activity I miss the most is sex/physical intimacy.
There are performers and there are artists. I always considered myself an artist. The simple act of physical interaction was never enough for me. It was about the journey -exploration and adventure. Not the orgasm itself.
For an unknown amount of time, two (or sometimes three) people didn’t have the distractions and anxiety of life. You got to either be the center of attention or make someone the center of your attention -both of which required everyone involved to be “in the moment” instead of anywhere else. No bills. No stress. No other responsibilities. Just do what feels good.
The feeling of laying still while someone made my body feel like it was their temple and my orgasm their trophy. The excitement of watching the person I’m with respond to what I do, and don’t do to them. Feeling their intensity build up towards that special moment, and then pushing them towards another… and then another.
Driving each other towards a joyful exhaustion. The devilish giggle when they beg me to stop so they can catch their breath.
Age brings restrictions. With severe injury there’s even more restrictions. Depression meds and psychological baggage is the icing. I can’t tell the difference between not being physically able and not being mentally capable.
Will it ever come back? No idea. But I do miss it. Every day.
Off The Rails 
I was really enjoying that up until the last paragraph or two, and then my excitement crashed. I hope you find your mojo again 🙂
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Yeah, you could say mine crashed as well. lol Thank you for reading and your response! Btw – my blog does have other entries that may be more entertaining and deal with this subject. They were shared from my younger years.
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Haha, I will subscribe and enjoy 🙂
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