I accept the fact that my body is old. My mind, spirit, interests and activities would suggest otherwise thus far. Simply put, life is too interesting and fun to become an old fuddy-duddy at this point. Maybe later.
I’ve accepted it but I sure don’t like it! Especially tonight I’m exhausted and sore and grouchy so I have hidden out in my bedroom so my rotten mood doesn’t spread throughout the house! So I’ll wake up tomorrow morning do some stretching some exercise and I’ll feel much better!
Well I was right I got up this morning (I’ve stopped using the term woke for obvious reasons) and felt much better my exercise is done and I’m feeling good! Time for a mimosa….the good life in Florida
It depends on your definition of oldness. I never never became old, not now or yesterday. I never had relations with that that fickled bitch named aging!! Let me be crystal clear and read my lips!
I have accepted that there are some pains that are probably not going to go away and that, when I injure myself, it is likely to take longer to heal than in the past. I have accepted that all of my teeth are not my own, and that I will eventually come across something that doesn't fix itself, and that may be the end.
Ugh, I hate it when regular words are appropriated for something stupid. I remember when I could say something was queer (odd) or gay (happy) without everyone giggling or getting "triggered." So annoying. "WOKE Up This Morning"
It is reassuring to see views from like-minded folk. There was a bit in a long-ago John Updike book that sums up my view perfectly, something basically bemoaning that now (and this was in the 70s) you can get drugs to let you die far more slowly from whatever ails you. And there's the rub. With 'medical miracles' we are rapidly removing all ways to end life without undue suffering. Once upon a time pneumonia was called 'the old person's friend' because it would take a highly compromised individual and give them a quick and reasonably painless death. Now that person is 'protected' from pneumonia so they can die much more slowly by some lingering ailment. Have spent my entire adult life dodging doctors and their predictions (I can probably count on two hands the number of times I've been to a doctor). I don't take prescription drugs or alternative medicine remedies or vitamins, and don't go for examinations, depending instead on basic lifestyle changes whenever things don't seem to be working for whatever reason. I am of the firm belief that this protocol is what keeps me feeling pretty much the same as I did 50 years ago. To be clear, I do not recommend my way for others, it is just a personal choice that happens to have worked well for me. My game plan is to go along with whatever decides to come for me, and in the interim I'll continue to live and love life. That said, I do agree with John Brunner that one can never discount the power of survival instinct. As for being old, I've never railed against that word. It is regrettable that people consider the word 'old' to be pejorative, and that so many euphemisms are created to avoid the term. It seems to me that making the word 'old' an insult we insult ourselves for being it, and accordingly I embrace the word, celebrate it.