I think all to often I dwell on the disadvantages of getting older. There really are some good things about being 70 something. For one thing I don't care as much; I am not sure that I ever cared a lot, probably not, at least not as much as most people seem to care, or perhaps I just care about things that most people don't...whatever.
I can remember the years and years and years that I went to work every morning. Many of those mornings I would think, "I would love to sleep in this morning". Now I make a point of sleeping in almost every day. For as far back as I can remember, at least 65 years, reading has been my favorite thing to do. Now I bring about 6 books home from the library every week and sometimes I get 5 of them read. I used to always say "One of my greatest regrets is that I will never live long enough to read the books in the world'. I still won't but at least I am working on it. I also very much enjoy writing, now I at least write a blog. I have had a book in my head for many years, it is called "Living In Other People's Houses", a series of short stories that would be mostly autobiographical.
What I wear has never been of great importance to me, now I can definitely live by my clothing motto.
"Is It Clean And Does It Fit?"
There have been times in my life when I would be concerned that I enjoyed observing life more than participating in it; now I just let myself enjoy observing. I don't have to work, so when I do I make sure I am doing something I enjoy; I spend time caring for animals and "Living In Other People's Houses". No one expects me to do a lot of housework, which I never did do anyway, only now I don't feel guilty about it.
Afternoon Thoughts
Saturday Afternoon, October 27th, 2012......4:21 p.m.
I suppose I'm a few rungs behind you on the ageing ladder, but I think I'm following in very much the same vein - sorry about the mixed metaphors there - anyway, my question is - have you been tempted to dye your hair bright purple yet? - I've decided that I will have 'reached that certain age' when I go out and buy the purple hair dye. My children aren't quite sure if I'm being serious - but I am!
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