|Photo courtesy of the Bean. I love the cover of this album.|
I recently celebrated my forty-fifth birthday. I am now halfway to fifty! If you know me, you know this is how my brain works. I am halfway between forty and fifty. Get it? In light of turning a year older, I decided to share some thoughts about aging.
First thing is that it hits you right in the cussing face. One day you are young, carefree and limber, the next, you are grunting as you get out of bed. It shocked me how quickly my body betrayed me. Most of you might remember me moaning about the “Capture the Flag” debacle but for those of you who haven’t heard my whining, here’s the story. A bunch of my students wanted to play “Capture the Flag.” I think, “I am in! I will be a beast out there.” I certainly had a blast playing but it took me three weeks to recover and two weeks to stop walking with a limp. What the heck?
I guess I am at the stage where stretching is foreplay. You think I am joking. I am not. However, I do want to grow old gracefully (and feisty!) How in the world do you do that when your hormones are bi-polar and your eyebrows are greying faster than you can pluck them? Well…? I am waiting for an answer.
I have the privilege of working with young people. I often feel like I am one of them. Until one of them says I remind them of their mom. Oh, that’s right, I could have birthed them. Most of them were born the year I got married…twenty years ago. Sheesh.
|This is a 45 record for those of you who haven’t a clue. The title is appropriate because you do this a lot as you age.|
I joke and I kid about it, but there is a part of me that isn’t transitioning all that well. And honestly, there is a part of me that is plotting how to go through menopause with as much gusto as possible. As if.
The B side is the BEST side, right? As I push fifty, I see the best is yet to come. One day I will not give a crap what people think (doesn’t that happen with old age?) or what the scale says. I will be the feisty old lady with a nose ring and dyed eyebrows. I will be wearing Doc Martens. And I will still be playing “Capture the Flag” wearing panty liners and downing the Advil for days after. I will still be having fabulous sex with my beloved, albeit after we stretch. I will probably still be sad that my dark brown curls are turned silvery grey. I might not care that my face is etched with wrinkles and sun damage. I will look back at the life I was given and count my freakin’ blessings. I’ve heard it said that there is beauty in a life well lived. Oh, I want in on that, don’t you?
What’s your plan for growing old gracefully?
13 thoughts on “The B Side”
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I plan on treating my body with the care and respect it deserves. After all, it has produced the three most amazing people I know. I try and give it good food and move it a little each day. I have also started calling my gray hairs “hair glitter.”
Staci, glad I get to grow old with you…
I intend to stay curious; curiosity is the best cure for stagnation I know of, the best way to keep the vibrance of youth. I plan to tell my husband that if he wants his amazing adventurous wife to stay sexy, he has to cook – cuz we all know Japanese food will keep us young. And I plan to cultivate selective attention; if seeing idiot hairs sprouting from my chin makes me miserable, I will use my phenomenal Short-Term Memory power to instantly forget them once they've been yanked. ^_^
I want to be laughing easily and hopefully I'll be right there with you “playing “Capture the Flag” wearing panty liners and downing the Advil for days after.”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hilarious! I love you Meg!
HAHAHAHA, Oh my word. This is even more hilarious now. This is Bridgette. Sorry babe~
He's going to kill me! HAHAHAHA
Eira, I am with you as far as chin hairs. And you sure are sexy! 😉
This made my freaking day!!!
I can't wait til I can tease him about panty liners!!!! 😉
Just this morning I was glad to “catch” my self-pity voice,, before it had a full-on conversation with me. It started in as I walked through the E.R. on the way to visit my Mom with her broken hip. It started to say “you're alone,” “you're getting old” “you're having a heat flash” right now! and I could have slumped into feeling yucky. Instead I surprised myself by stopping that conversation and saying “hey, you're pretty awesome!”
And I intentionally thought, I want to be okay with who and where I am in my life, today, right not! I surprisingly found myself coming to peace with the fact that I 'm at THIS STAGE in my life. 47 and that I want to be grateful to be experiencing this season with grace and gratitude. Recognizing that it's God's design that we grow old and each season is just that… a season… to embrace and live with fullness..
I have to add that as I write this and read it aloud, my 85 yr old Mom, is in her hospital bed chuckling and chiming in saying “yes, it's always an adventure…and it's good to drink Coke(her favorite vice)! “
I think I'm ready to quite stressing about the crows feet –because I have dutifully soaked them in expensive creams for years now and they insist on showing up!– and the grey hairs, because it's expensive to dye my hair and I”m actually curious what it will look like if I let it grow!! I may change my choice about the hair dye, but for the day… I'm okay with it!
-xoxo Diane Sue G.
Diane, thank you so much for writing! I love hearing that you stopped yourself in your tracks and gave yourself a good loving talking to. That's awesome! And way to go to your mom! much love to you !