My sister and I often marvel at how age seems to have crept up on us. Both in our fifties now, our hair is peppered with grey (hers shows less because she is the youngest – and blonde; mine only shows at the roots when I get careless, because I have been colouring my hair for years now). And of course, there are the myriad wrinkles and saggy bits that neither of us had in our twenties, thirties or even forties. We stare at one another; comparing our increasing imperfections, and we muse about how it was only yesterday that we were walking home together after school from swim practice, completely unaware and unappreciative of our youthful, perfect skin.
There are all these parts that hurt now: we are both painfully aware of our knees, our ankles, our lower backs and our necks. We exercise, not to look great, but to feel great; to strengthen our bodies for the onslaught of aging that still lies ahead. At this stage in our lives, sitting cross-legged on the floor is an invitation for every muscle you own to contract in protest when you (most inelegantly, by the way) try to stand up. Sometimes, when my back is really hurting, I carry around an orthopaedic cushion to sit on. I even take it to the movies with me. And the relief it affords my lower back overrides any embarrassment at being seen in public carrying such an ‘old-person’ contraption around. I often smile to myself that I wouldn’t have been caught dead in public with such a horror in my twenties.
The best thing about aging is how your self-image shifts and somehow grows kinder; more loving. I look at pictures of me as a young woman and all I recall feeling about myself at the time was unattractive. Now with an objective – and much kinder – eye, I look at those photos and I see how wrong I was. I was no runway model, but I was far lovelier that I ever knew.
I look at myself in the mirror today and I see the grey roots; the saggy bits; the wrinkles; the extra pounds that are so much harder to get rid of now. But I also see wisdom, peace, acceptance, a lifetime of experience and a lifetime of mistakes that I have learned from. I see courage and understanding and… a softness that wasn’t there before; I’m sure of it.
At this age, it’s not really about beauty anymore, which is ironic, because I have never felt so beautiful…
Patti Moore Wilson © wednesdayschildca.wordpress.com
When I turned 21 I was married with two kids. When 29 hit I didn’t want to leave my bed. Now in my late 30’s I appreciate a whole lot more and a lot more understanding and patient. Wisdom comes with time. Great post that’s beautifully written.
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I am now in my late 60’s and find that I must fight myself in order to stay healthy and feel better. I find that ironic as I was an athlete in my younger years and, though I complained, it was not an option to sit in a chair for more than an hour! I love your words about loving. I try to do that everyday. Sometimes it is just like “exercise”. Maybe I will do it tomorrow. And then I realize that is the very thing that keeps me from loving this changing structure in which I reside! Thank you for reminding me of the love.
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Yoga! I swear by it. Even if its a couple of gentle stretches per day.
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I will give it a try – really. Can’t hurt and it sure could help…thanks for the suggestion!!! 😊
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This is just so noble
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So glad you liked it 😊 I’m not sure how noble I am but I know I love being older. There are so many unexpected gifts. Wouldn’t trade it for anything…😊❤️
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I like that spirit
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Very beautiful post. I think we should all learn not to be so harsh with ourselves. It’s too bad it takes so much time to figure this out…
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So glad you enjoyed it…thank you for the lovely comment… I am indeed happy that I have lived long enough to finally ‘get’ it although it would have been wonderful to figure it out a bit sooner…
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We hit our emotional high point just when the warranty runs out on our body. And, they say God doesn’t have a sense of humor…
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Oh He definitely DOES have a sense of humour…no doubt about it!!! 😂😂😂
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Reblogging this to my sister site Success Inspirers World
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Thank you SO much!!! I have not figured out how to reblog…pointers would be much appreciated…😊
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Well, on self hosted sites there’s areblog button just above “like,” but I don’t really like the format it comes out in, so I do it the same for both hosted and unhosted ones: Go to “share,” choose WP, type in the source site by hand.
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Thank you so much! And ‘type in by hand’ explains it…I was just being lazy 😊😂
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Nah. You’d be amazed at how many times I get this question from people I reblog. Me, I’m stuck on the “pingback.” What the heck is one of those??? 😋
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Oh you are definitely asking the wrong person THAT question 😂😂😂
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Although the physical changes are obvious, I see age as a set of numbers and what one does with it is what matters! Will you care to check a related post on age? “Age Just A Number”? http://www.jerriperri.com/age-number/
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Thank you for sending the link! And yes, you are absolutely right: I have known young people who were incredibly wise and I have known some foolish old people too 😊 In my own case, age has been a true blessing: it has simply taken me this long to figure things out, I guess. And I LOVE being past all the pressures that we face today to ‘look’ a certain way. I do take care of myself but for much better reasons than I used to. I really enjoyed your perspective…thanks for sharing 😊😊
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Yes, you are on point! Thanks Patti, for visiting with the link I shared on your post.
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There are plenty of negatives and positives to aging, but it’s inevitable so you have to age gracefully, without Botox or any of these other things women do. I do still color my hair, but not for much longer…
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This is wonderful! Thank you!
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Oh I am so glad you liked it! Thank you for letting me know… And thank you for following my blog…I absolutely LOVE yours by the way…😊❤️
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Thank you!
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Love this post!
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Oh thank you so much!!! Embracing my age has been a wonderful gift 😊😊😊
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What a great post! Hope you can hear me cheering from my chair knowing I will groan a bit when I get up to fix a dinner of fish and veggies, as recommended by the Dr. so I can watch my weight. I’ve been watching it for years, it hasn’t changed. For her hope springs eternal I suppose.
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Thank you so much!!! I’m very glad you stopped by. Good luck with the diet; I have great plans in that regard but my willpower is a whole other issue…😂
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I love your conclusion, “I have never felt so beautiful”. That’s similar to what I often think: “I have never been so happy”.
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Thank you so much! So glad you stopped by, and so glad to be following one another 😊🙏
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With aging comes wisdom, experience, compassion, and courage. You embody these wonderful qualities, Patti!
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At the age of 69 I began to write poems (Poetry sleeps with me 10-23-22) and now, 6 years later, I have written more than 500 because I felt that I wanted to express what I think without restrictions of any kind. Now I recognize my mistakes and I can rectify paths without thinking about how old I am. I just lived them and that’s it. I loved your writing. It is very encouraging and well done. Receive my regards
Manuel Angel (Chile)
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What a truly lovely comment, Manuel 🙂 Like you, I love the freedom that comes with age: I, too am beginning to express what I think without restrictions and it is such a liberating feeling. 500 poems: wow 🙂
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Expressing and saying what we feel helps us both to vent and separate ourselves from our emotions, and to change negative thoughts for positive ones. In addition, finding the support and point of view of our circle will make us feel more valued and loved. Have a wonderful day Patti.
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I have found that to be true as well… you have a good day as well!
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