Aging isn’t for the faint of heart

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❣️

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Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew myself...here that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

6 thoughts on “Aging isn’t for the faint of heart”

  1. My mother used to say, “This getting old stuff is for the birds!” and, um, she was right about that. Aches and pains that you sometimes didn’t even notice in your youth are now not only very noticeable but often show up in places that you didn’t even know you had or could hurt. Memory starts playing tricks on you like walking into a room and forgetting why you went in there or the infamous and funny thing of looking for your glasses… and they’ve been on your head the whole time. Hot and cold weather was something you just shrugged off… but when you’re older that nice, cool 50 degree day makes you feel like it’s 50 below and a balmy 70 degree day makes you feel like you live in the hottest desert on the planet.

    So, nope – it’s not for the faint of heart but it’s all about how you approach and deal with getting older and, more often than not, I find myself laughing at myself more than I do fretting over the fact that I’m 65 and things ain’t working as well as they did when I was 25; and then I have a lot of gratitude because I know too many people who will never know what it’s like to be 65…

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  2. indeed nice to dream. i have gotten older faster during this pandemic. The lack of being out on a soccer field coaching and reffing. i try to walk every day but i can tell the aches and pains are greater because of lack of movement. My SIL and his family are from small town Mexico and have welcomed me the spend my retirement there. but i love Chicago and being bi and crossdressing doesn’t happen in tat area.
    keep dreaming and enjoying
    Peace n Love

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