There is a lot to love about getting older: wisdom, knowing yourself pretty well, lots of shared memories with loved ones, confidence or just not giving all that many fucks anymore and a lot more.
Just still being alive to me is such a blessing, because divine intervention has saved my life at least 3 times that I’m aware of and that’s not even counting when I made matters worse by trying to commit suicide (long time ago, learned a lot from the experience, but I still wish no one goes through).
But there is definitely an underbelly to aging. In this country, in general, we don’t have reverence for older people. We don’t appreciate their knowledge and wisdom. We don’t appreciate that they have seen and learned things we have yet to even glance at. I’ve personally always had a soft spot for humans in their last generation of being. There is an honesty in them that I enjoy. But I’m not there yet and I’m sure that comes with it’s added struggles.
This is me just complaining about my body. Like Sophia Loren says the mind can stay and feel young but the body isn’t usually as gracious.
My joints ache with the cold. I’ve noticed my bruises from being a little clumsy, doing manual labor, and living in tight quarters do not heal very quickly anymore. Today, these hips that I’ve always had issues with are really howling at me.
I have a lot of work to do though, so I’ll take some willow bark and if that doesn’t work I’ll take a low dose THC edible. Enough to take the edge of but not enough to make me stoney balogna. I’m thankful I have the energy to muscle through most of the pain.
I don’t particularly like the cold, but I absolutely love the changing of the seasons. So it’s worth it. Especially those few weeks we get snow and everything is covered in soft white powder and looks so peaceful and beautiful.
But I can see why there are snow birds and why people retire to warm places. It makes a lot of sense. I want to travel the world so that I can figure out where I want to live when I’m an old, old woman. Have a little hut somewhere warm. Mostly stay with my kids if they still like me. But have a little oasis hidden away somewhere to escape. I like to think of things like that. Make plans even though I can’t even foretell what tomorrow will bring.
It’s just so nice to dream❣️