Funny Thing About Ageing

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Bonnie Johnson's Post

Ageing is a funny thing isn’t it;  funny-ha ha occasionally but lately more funny-hmmm to me.  I’ve been looking back at how some things were so important to me when I was younger and how, after adding some years to them, they just don’t seem so crucial anymore.  Is it that I’ve grown wiser or have my convictions just worn down a little?

Take kids for example.  When my son was small I fussed about keeping him clean, properly rested, well fed, and generally on a strict routine.  I spent a lot of energy seeing to things that I felt were imperative.  And there is nothing wrong with that, but now that I’m older I think I’d go about it differently.  If I had a do-over day, I’d probably play outside with him longer and let him get right into the biggest mud puddles.

I’ve noticed that I’m not as critical as I once was.  I guess I have more understanding now that I have more life experience under my belt.  I’ve noticed annoyances that used to irk me in years past easily roll off my back now.  I’m mellowing.

Except for the fact that I have to put waaay more effort into maintaining my physical body which is intent on growing outward and downward and that random hair (sometimes usually gray) sprouts in random places and that my eyes don’t work well anymore (could be a good thing), yes despite all of that, I like this ageing thing.

I joke a lot that I wish I was 10 or 20 years younger, but the truth is I wouldn’t go back.  I like moving forward and I like developing into my better and better self.  It would be a whole different story if I felt like I was in a rut and hadn’t developed into a better person along the way.  If that were the case I’d probably feel cranky and bitter.  Hey, that may explain those old cranky bitter people!

I’ve also really enjoyed watching my good friends “of the same era” grow into more confident and self-assured people.  This all makes me smile and definitely takes the sting out of some of the negative side effects of ageing.

I guess my convictions haven’t really worn down but have simply changed.  I still feel passionate although not necessarily for the same things I did when I was 20.  And that’s a good thing because if I was still that girl, although I’d look great in a bikini, I wouldn’t know it.  I’d still be scared and unsure of myself.

So here’s to getting older!  It’s a funny thing.

Bonnie

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