I must confess, I’ve been fighting the fact that I am getting old. There have been some definite signs that I am no longer the young person I thought I was. Some things are happening to me that I remember thinking as a young person, “I hope I’m not like that when I’m old.” I have officially accepted the fact that I am in middle age, though very begrudgingly. Here are the reasons why I need to officially declare myself old:
The Eyes Have It
I must have every strength of reading glasses the Dollar Store sells.
I have changed the settings on my iPhone and electronic reader to extra large just so I can read them. And this week, for the first time in my life, I bought a pair of prescription sunglasses – to me that definitely put me over the top.
The Ears Have It, Too
It’s just me and the hubby in the house these days, with the kids grown up and having families of their own. For the life of me, I cannot hear my husband when he talks to me from another room in the house. I spend most of my days asking him to repeat himself. I simply cannot hear him. And if Wegman’s keeps playing that crummy loud music when I go grocery shopping, I’m going to send a very stern letter! (And I say things like ‘stern’ which is an old person’s word.)
My List Is Longer Than Yours
As an observer of people, I used to notice that old people like to complain about their ailments. There was a sort of ‘one-up-manship’ hearing people tell each other about this and that health problem that they have had, currently have, or think they might have.
I’m a member of that party now, as I’ve noticed my conversations with friends and family turning to my recent arthritis diagnosis, my minor foot surgery, or my physical therapy exercises. I hope some young person overhearing me does not think I’m all that old as my complaining drones on and on. Yet I complain.
On the Road Again
I used to be a very impatient driver, but now I’m the person who let’s everyone in on the thruway. I know I’ll get to my destination eventually, and these people really seem to be in a hurry, so I don’t mind letting them cut in. I mostly think they’re going to tail gate me if they get behind me, so why not let them in ahead where I can keep an eye on them?
Sleeping Beauty – Not
Oh what I would give for a night of falling asleep easily, staying asleep, and waking up late. Seems like it takes forever for me to fall asleep and I must wake up 3 – 4 times a night.
I used to love sleeping in, but lately I cannot sleep past 7am. ‘Oh sleep! Why hast thou abandoned me?’
Wrinkle Cream, Anyone?
Nora Ephron wrote a book entitled, I Feel Bad About My Neck, and discusses many of the issues of aging. When I first heard about this book well over ten years ago, the title stuck with me and I used to look at my neck in the mirror thinking, “Am I old yet? IS my neck all wrinkly?” And that day has come. I’ve officially invested in my first wrinkle cream this year and, friends, it isn’t cheap. I DO feel bad about my neck.
It’s Not All Bad
On the plus side of getting older, I’ve noticed that I do not seek out other people’s approval as I once would. I definitely feel more secure in my choices, and I do not fret too much when someone disagrees with me. I know that time and experience has given me the ability to offer some sound advice to young people. (Another sign of being old – using ‘time and experience’ together in the same sentence.) And being older allows me to enjoy having grandchildren who are the delight of my life.