Getting older. It’s inevitable.
And, really, if you think about it, it’s nothing to complain about. The alternative to getting older is, well…not getting older and there’s only one way to truly have the aging process screech to a halt. It involves housing our physical bodies in a hole in the ground.
I firmly believe, in spite of the nonsense that we in America hear on a daily basis, that getting older should be celebrated. Not resisted. Not mourned.
I also believe that the best way to celebrate the less-than-pleasant aspects of life is by choosing to laugh because, let’s face it, getting older sometimes involves stuff we weren’t quite expecting.
Nose hair trimming. I mean, seriously? What’s up with the overgrowth of nose hair? I totally never expected that nostril-sized clippers would have a place in my makeup bag (here are some stylish ones if you’re shopping for them, too!). Now, I’ll admit that nasal hairs are necessary. More than anybody, I probably understand their importance – When I was going through chemo treatments and lost all of my hair (except for 6 tenacious eyelashes), I learned how quickly a sniffle could become a dribble. But good grief! Enough already!
It’s about to get real…
Loss of bladder control. If you can’t handle the truth, you might want to skip on past this one. Something happened around the time I turned 39. Not sure if the trauma of those 4 pregnancies finally caught up with me or maybe my bladder was just worn out, but either way, I no longer take for granted that it’ll do its job when the rubber meets the road. Or, more specifically, when I sneeze or laugh too hard. Or run! Lord have mercy, let’s don’t even talk about running!
And then there’s this…
Reading glasses. My vision was always amazing. Reading road signs was never a problem. I laughed in the face of fine print. Dim light, bright light…it didn’t matter. Until, one day, without any warning, I had to ask one of the kids to read the back of a medicine bottle. What?! How the heck did that happen? Thank goodness the dollar store has racks of stylish functional reading glasses in a wide assortment of colors and strengths. And that’s a good thing too, because apparently buying in bulk is the way to go. Yeah, not remembering where I put things seems to be an issue too. *sigh*
Which leads me to number 4 (I knew there was something else)…
Forgetfulness. It’s not that I think I’m losing my mental faculties, I think maybe it’s just that my brain is too full and it makes random decisions regarding what is and what isn’t important to recall. (That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it!) After all, I have absolutely no problem remembering my credit card and checking account numbers, a gagillion different username/password combinations, or the birthdays and phones numbers of a ridiculous amount of friends and family. BUT, I usually have no idea what I wore to church last Sunday. (Couple that with an extremely small wardrobe and I’m pretty sure I’ve worn the same thing 3 weeks in a row on more than one occasion.) Or remembering the names of my kids…Geeze Louise! I end up “calling the roll” to get the attention of one offspring! Of course, one advantage of getting
old older is that I’ve managed to learn a few coping skills. For example, I now skip the rundown of the kids’ names and simply yell, “Don’t make me call your name! You know who you are!”
It works for me! And the kids, being the resilient youngsters that they are, have caught on quite nicely.
Being easily distracted
(Editor’s note: Well, Candy seems to have gotten distracted, so we’ll just carry on!)
OK, it’s your turn! As you age, what discoveries are you making about getting older?! C’mon, share them now while you’re here so YOU don’t get distracted, too!
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