I wonder what its like to get old. I don’t mean just to advance in years, because that isn’t what makes one old. Nor does retirement. Sixty, Seventy, Eighty, Ninety and so forth, candles on your cake have no correlation to old.
Illness can sometimes make someone old. But that is only for the moments it has a grip on you. As soon as you begin to feel the slightest bit better, you shake that silly notion of age, and begin making plans for tomorrow, next week, next month. Once freed of an ache or pain, you think about dieting, starting an exercise program, planning a vacation. If that twinge persists, you move on with your plans and before you know it, it is surely a thing of the past.
Grief and worry has a way of robbing us of youth. Unfortunately, with life come those heart aches. We must go on. There is no other acceptable alternative. Until we ourselves take the big dirt nap, we need not be old. Being old is a waste of valuable time.
One is not old when they purchase a bucket of paint to give the house a fresh new look, or flip through a magazine to determine what the trend of the season is. Are hem lines up or down? Is red the new neutral this year? I really love that dramatic purple eye makeup. At what age are these things no longer important. Maybe when we are old. When’s that? Vanity is not a bad thing.
Life goals keep old at bay. We can’t get old until we finish that water-color, write a novel or two or three. We keep on going until we receive validation by having someone buy something we’ve created, built, or knit. Old doesn’t learn a new technology, how to master a game, a new dance step, or shake our booty. Old rarely laughs so hard you need to yell stop it, stop it!
Old doesn’t care about other people, loved ones, friends or family. Does not concern themselves with being positive and facing the world with a smile. A grouchy old person does not bend to help a child who has fallen, or pet a puppy. Old is very self-centered and does not laugh at themselves.
Ok, we all have our days, but get over it! Have fun, laugh out loud, look around you and enjoy. Bitter should be reserved for greens. Rejoice in the achievements of others. Celebrate the sound of music.
This was my musing of the day. I’m going to wrap it up now, I need to rest up for another tomorrow. Perhaps I’ll go out and buy some sexy underwear. Did I mention that old only dons utility underwear.