Aging is not for sissies.
I am at the age where more and more I notice issues with aging. Last week I gave in and am trying out hearing aids. It was humbling how much I’ve been missing. But part of me thinks it’s too early, it’s overkill.
And the aches and pains and stiffness. When we get out of the car we walk like old people and now I know why. It’s the hips. And after pickleball, walks or workouts, I limp, ridiculously so later in the evening if I haven’t stretched well.
And looks, oh, my. My eyelids are nonexistent. The skin just sits right on my eyelashes. My skin on my body is getting crepey. And my triceps look like wings, no matter how much I work them out. “I”m getting the big boobs and belly older women have. My whole face looks like it’s sliding down my skull. I do think besides that, I’m aging well looks-wise. My parents have good looks.
There are benefits, of course. We have worked hard all our lives and are in a pretty good place financially in that we can drive nice vehicles, go on trips, and take the family on trips.
We are looking at semi retiring. I’m downsizing my practice, giving up the physical location, doing less administration. Scott is making the decision to retire again soon also (from his full time job—he will do Life Coaching and maybe work at the coffee shop). My capacity for stress is so much less.
The perks of grandparenting, of course, make it all worth it. The travel involved to see them is harder and I feel like the window of being able to freely do that could be shorter than we hope.
My parents both lived beyond 90. It is hard to know as Scott’s Mom died early by a fluke and his Dad is only 80, exactly how long we will have.
It’s weird to think that our kids are moving into middle age. What?? And our oldest grandkid is moving into double digits.
We were taking the other day on a walk and I said something about moving into the last third of our lives. Scott said, “Babe, we’re in the 4th quarter.”
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