It’s my 64th birthday and I have a few thoughts to share about aging. Lessons learned, for sure.
Living all these years taught me many things and the first is this: I’m grateful to be here. Every day I’m reminded what a privilege it is to walk this earth and how many are denied the opportunity to age. So, even as I curse the gray hair at my temples that peeks through my professional hair color all too soon, I am awed and amazed that I’m here to bitch about it.
A few things about maturing and change.
I’m still a morning person and WYSIWYG girl (What-you-see-is-what-you-get.) I’ll still never understand why people hurt other people or animals. I’m still amazed at how much fear there is in the world, fear people have of others different than themselves. And the increasing hysteria they have at an evolving world is remarkable.
The world is still a bit of a strange place to me and I’m still someone on the outside looking in. Sort of like an anthropologist. And I’m still someone who, upon first meeting, others will exclaim, “She’s so smart!” instead of “Great tits!” Yeah, it was a real frustration when I was younger because truly, I’m not that much smarter than the average bear. Oh, ok, maybe smarter than the average bear. Even so, I have great tits. They’re real, too. Just sayin’.
I’m getting better at setting limits, eliminating rude and hurtful people from my life and requiring reciprocity in friendship. People tell us everything we need to know about them pretty early on, if only we’d listen. I know my gut instinct is almost always right and I’m getting better about trusting it.
My friends don’t have to be perfect, they just need to have good hearts.
Our AARP renewal came the other day, offering three renewal term options: 1 year / 3 years / 5 years. This created a bit of a dilemma. At any other stage of life, I’d renew for five years, the best deal. At this age, I stopped to think, then told my husband to renew for three years. Later, he told me he’d signed us up for five, a surprise, since I’m the more optimistic one. At this age, we evaluate everything in terms of longevity. As I told someone pitching the 30-year durability of something, “We’ll be in “the Home” long before then.”
Ok, who pushed the fast-forward button?