Present Tense

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”!

January 29, 2011 - Posted by | Musings | , , ,

7 Comments »

  1. Hang in there Jane. It can only get worse. Ha!

    Comment by John Marocchi | January 29, 2011 | Reply

  2. I’m with you!
    I turn 46 in two months, so I am in the same ballpark. Over the years I have noticed that I am no longer the first guy at the ski lift in the morning and the last one off the slopes in the afternoon. Usually by three, I am ready to call it a day. I also no longer care to rock and roll all night (so to speak), but enjoy a nice dinner and a bottle of wine with my wife.

    That said, I find that while the highs do not go as high, the lows by no means get as low. I also am attaining a type of wisdom as my years advance. It is pretyt flattering when colleagues look to me and ask my advice and then actually act on it…Sort of like Yoda…:)

    Comment by Philip | January 29, 2011 | Reply

  3. I love the sound of Rice Krispies in the morning unfortunately that same snap, crackle, pop is also coming from my body when I get out of bed!

    Comment by Pat Rosenthal | January 29, 2011 | Reply

  4. yes, cake and ice cream for breakfast baby. that’s the good stuff. love it as always!

    Comment by Margie | January 29, 2011 | Reply

  5. I hear you!! I felt my age just today, when I dropped a pill on the floor and bent over to pick it up; only to realize I needed to go down all the way to my hands and knees to actually grasp it!! Oy vey.

    Comment by Francesca Amari-Sajtar | January 30, 2011 | Reply

  6. I’m right there with you!!! And just became a grandmother! That can ‘age’ a person as well. Then I realize that I,too,want to enjoy the good years that I do have left!
    ‘Bless your heart!’

    Comment by deb plumb | February 1, 2011 | Reply

  7. Creaking is exactly the right word for it! When I was in my teens, I could eat all-dressed pizza, followed with a sour green apple and wash it down with diet Pepsi in the wee hours of the morning. Now, it’s a glass of water with a good dose of baking soda. And since I do nothing half way, I celebrated my 54th birthday with the main right ligament (you know, the one holding the leg to the hip… yeah, that one!) out of place and spent half a year going back and forth to the chiropractor. It’s still causing me problems. Welcome to the wonderful world of the 50s!

    Comment by DJ | May 29, 2011 | Reply


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