Having just turned the corner on another year, I feel that it is time to ponder a bit more on this oft neglected website. My thoughts recently have been about aging, and why it is such a problem in our culture. We celebrate every wonderful change and progression with our children, the first smile, the first step, with such joy, and THEN, somewhere after the first wrinkle, grey hair or need for readers, these changes do not receive applause, quite the opposite.
However, there are things happening all around me, within me and my community that are aging related and freaking amazing. I would like to start with the sharp decrease in the interest in being judgemental, and I will go further with this. Do I care anymore if my clothes are in style? Not so much. In the morning, I am mindful of waking up, and being grateful that I did, and when my body parts work, generally, as nature intended, even more gratitude. Yes, I have my morning routines, I love my morning routines, and don't need to justify, explain them, I feed my chickens, sip my tea and from 1500 miles away, do Soduku with my sister, Wordle with my son in San Francisco, and Spelling Bee with my daughter! All whilst sitting in my ancient Mother's Day bathrobe, in my own time. And getting to the point where I could just settle in and enjoy these boring detail of life took most of my life. The rush to do one more thing seems to be over, and I do not miss it (much)
However, there are things happening all around me, within me and my community that are aging related and freaking amazing. I would like to start with the sharp decrease in the interest in being judgemental, and I will go further with this. Do I care anymore if my clothes are in style? Not so much. In the morning, I am mindful of waking up, and being grateful that I did, and when my body parts work, generally, as nature intended, even more gratitude. Yes, I have my morning routines, I love my morning routines, and don't need to justify, explain them, I feed my chickens, sip my tea and from 1500 miles away, do Soduku with my sister, Wordle with my son in San Francisco, and Spelling Bee with my daughter! All whilst sitting in my ancient Mother's Day bathrobe, in my own time. And getting to the point where I could just settle in and enjoy these boring detail of life took most of my life. The rush to do one more thing seems to be over, and I do not miss it (much)