It comes to us all. Life is like a wheel, and the further it turns, the more we notice. I'm reaching the point in my life where I occasionally groan when getting up. I don't hit a golf ball as far as I used to. When writing, I sometimes sit for several minutes before the computer searching for a word that used to spring to my mind almost instantaneously. Am I frustrated? Well, yes. But am I glad that I've lived long enough to get this way? Definitely.
I doubt that most of my readers have reached the stage where you say that you're not as young as you used to be. My statement is "I'm not as young as I used to be, and probably never was." And I always add the thought (if not the actual words) that I'm fortunate to have reached this time. So long as I'm able to dress myself and take nourishment, as the saying goes, I count myself fortunate. How about you?
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One time an elderly lady at church told me that it was okay that she was old because that meant she didn't die a young woman.:-)
That's a wonderful way to look at it.
Love it, Priscilla! It's so funny. In my mind, I can still do what I did in my 20s. And while I'm well beyond retirement age, I can still do a lot that I did at that age, partly because I'm in better physical condition after 20+ years of Pilates and exercise classes. I can even still touch the floor with my hands flat, something I definitely couldn't do in my 20s.
My usual come-back is that I'm just like the postal service--I still do what I used to but it may take me a bit longer.
Love Priscilla's comment about the elderly lady in her church. What a great attitude! I, too, 'ain't as young as I used to was' -- On occasion, my mind thinks I'm still 40 but then my body says "Don't be ridiculous, Peg, you'll kill yourself!"
Peggy, been there--done that. Agreed.
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