Rage Against Age? Nah…..
Getting old sucks. There really is no way to sugar coat the aging process. You begin to sense your physical limitations and even if you stay in shape and eat well and all that stuff, you begin to creak. It’s a strange place to find yourself. The first half of your life is full of growth; physical, emotional, professional, intellectual and then one day you realize that you’re at the part of your life when you’ve begun the slide toward the sunset.
I’m there. We all get there, I guess, and some handle it better than others. So far, the physical aspects of getting older are manageable, even though they can be nagging and annoying. The emotional stuff; not so much.
I’ve spent the last couple of years trying to work out how I will move forward and it has happened to coincide with turning 50. I would encourage all of you who are younger than me, to begin your process NOW. Don’t wait to get to know yourself; that way you can grow old together gracefully.
Getting older isn’t all bad. You DO become a bit wiser, although there is always someone older and wiser to set you straight. There is a time when you can say the most outrageous things and all you get is an indulgent “bless her heart, she says what’s on her mind”. Unfortunately, I’m not quite that old, yet.
I have discovered a few things that make getting older worth the hassle. I listen to the music that I like, regardless of hipness factor. I wear what I want to wear, meaning no dresses…EVER. I’m content to be home on a Friday or Saturday night (and New Year’s Eve). I don’t know or care what’s in fashion….period. I adopt technology on my own time. I unapologetically make dinner plans for 5:30. I’m quicker to call bullshit, mostly on myself and I’ve accepted that we lose who and what we love, but that doesn’t mean you don’t commit to more love.
So, as I sit here with my stiff neck, aching back and oscillating hormones, I have to admit that there is a bit of wisdom and clarity that can come with advancing years. I’ve only got so many good years left and if I want cake and ice cream for breakfast, I’m gonna have it and if you don’t like it, you can kiss my ass! Say it with me: “Bless her heart”!