(Collin created this for me last night....)
Today, I am officially a fossil. The biggest advantage to being my age is that Indiana Jones is now looking for me. I hope he finds me soon. I left a trail!
Recently, a friend and I talked about all the things we don't have to deal with now that we're older. I don't color my hair anymore--let the gray come! I usually don't wear makeup--and when I do, it's just a little. I can't remember the last time I was "dressed up"--I live in T-shirts and shorts or jeans. I'm single, so I do what I want when I want, as long as Collin's available to go with me. (I can't go out alone. If I fall, I really can't get up again!)
I am, as I have been for the past thirty-one years, a full-time writer. I no longer write as fast as I used to, but I no longer have to adhere to deadlines. Yay! I try to blog twice a week, but that pretty much depends upon whether or not I feel I have something to say. Posting just for the sake of posting isn't my style. I've slowed down, but I'm okay with that. After all, I'm now eligible for Social Security!
I've grown up a little bit. My temper is no longer a problem--I still have one, but I'm better able to control it. I can walk away from idiots without responding to them, verbally or physically. (Now, William is the one who's always getting himself suspended from Facebook. I haven't even been reprimanded. So far. Maybe I'm not making enough of an effort....)
The downside? All of my "dates" are with doctors. My calendar currently includes notes about making appointments with my neurologist, a dermatologist, a physical therapist, a gynecologist...having a bone density test...complaining to the pharmacy about being overcharged for a prescription.... Fun, huh?
Walking isn't as easy as it used to be. I have to use a cane to get up and down from curbs, steps without handrails, and too often, when using public restrooms. Public transportation can be a hazardous undertaking. Some days, I'm lucky if I can even walk to our bathroom! Everything aches. I sleep way too much. My concentration isn't what it used to be. But memory loss, in certain instances, can be a good thing. There are people and events in my past that I would be happy to be able to forget!
I wanted to age the way my father did. At seventy-seven, just months before his death, he was still as sharp as ever. He could walk without any kind of assistance. And even though he smoked most of his life and went through a period of heavy drinking after retirement, he didn't have a trace of cancer.
I, however, ended up following Mom's path. Sedentary most of her life, she ended up overweight, diabetic and with circulation issues. She had mini-strokes for a time before the first big one came. She had trouble walking even before the strokes.
But you know what? I've realized I don't have to suffer Mom's fate. I can still make changes that will improve my quality of life. I can set a better example for Collin than Mom did for me.
Do I mind getting older? No. Okay, Most of the time, no. Except when I see the names of people with whom I grew up in the newspaper. In the obituaries....