It has been a while since I have done a random rambling. That doesn’t mean I haven’t had some rambling thoughts though. Lately I have been thinking a lot about aging. 46 is doing some things to my brain. 45 didn’t seem so old, but suddenly 46 feels dangerously close to 50. I am surrounded by so many young people that I tend to feel young. Life more or less keeps me feeling young until…
I realize I need more sleep than I used to.
I look at my hands and realize I really am aging.
I have to buy good shoes and think about arch supports and shoe inserts.
I find myself talking about perimenopause and hormones
I suddenly can’t see things up close like I used to be able to
I think it is time for
The list goes on. I am in fact getting older.
Sometimes I get a little sad about getting older. Life seems to be flying by so quickly. I don’t want to miss it. I don’t want to waste it. I want to continue to feel young enough to enjoy life. When I really stop and think about it, the alternative to aging is not great. I have lost so many people in my life mostly due to cancer and way too young. The only way not to age is to not be here any longer. That is a sobering thought. It reminds me to have gratitude for the ability to age. It really is a gift and rather than being sad about getting older I really want to focus on the gift of being able to age. Maybe I will need more supportive shoes or ankle braces or reading glasses or all of the above, but that means I get to be around to see myself through those stages.
