You know you’re getting older most days just looking in the mirror. More wrinkles, gray hair, and things sagging that once were firm.

The gray hair has been there since I was a teen. My Gramma went white when she was in her 20’s and no one ever remembered her with darker hair. I have had my hair every color possible because why not? My biggest personal indulgence is my monthly hair salon visit. A natural brunette, I’ve gone blonde with pink highlights to help hide the white roots. You know you’re getting older when the few stray dark chin hairs you used to pluck out have turned white.

I was blessed with good genes as far as wrinkles go. It wasn’t until I turned 60 that wrinkles really started to catch up with me. I’ve been blessed not to have looked my age. Once the youngest in my office (I was 19 when I started my very first job, a temp job at a bank), I am now the old broad, the oldest one in my department. You know you’re getting older when you’ve been tasked with training (multiple) people. I spend a good portion of my day imparting my knowledge to others. After all I’m not going to be doing this forever.

I was never a star athlete or much of a fitness nut. I was fit enough in my 30’s to join a gym and work out every day at lunch time. Now I find myself working in the very same building with free access to the very same gym. I’m 60. I know I’m not dead, but I have zero interest in jumping around in an aerobics class as I once did. I could walk a treadmill or ride a stationary bike, but the things that once worked well enough for that no longer cooperate as they once did. You know you’re getting older when you add your name to the list of people in need of assistance during a fire drill.

I fell down the stairs a number of years ago and I have a knee that’s had physical therapy. It refuses to cooperate and swells up every so often. It buckles when I go down stairs. I have Achilles’ tendons with calcium deposits and a bum ankle from spraining it twice in my youth. I work on the 19th floor now. Walking down all of those stairs for a fire drill isn’t an option for me. If I don’t have to, I’m not going to. Period. Hell, yes, add me to the list. You know you’re getting older when your pride doesn’t hold you back from asking for help.

Yes, age has its benefits. I no longer care what others think nor do I walk around worrying about what they might be saying about me. Nope. I wear leggings, capris or yoga pants. No more tight waistbands for me. I remember lying down to zip up snug-fitting jeans and then looking damned good in them. I also got gas cramps and itchy grooves dug into my belly. Now I wear baggy, triple x sized t-shirts. I’m not that fat. I just don’t like anything tight or clinging. I wear flats 24/7. I used to stuff my feet into spiked heels, and I’m 5’9”. Now I wear sneakers to work, and I wear slacks and baggy blouses. I used to wear business suits, stockings and color matched high heels. I dressed for success. Did I ever succeed? Nope. So now I’m comfortable. You know you’re getting older when comfort comes before fashion.

I’ve reached the age where I can eat off of the 55 Plus menu or do the early bird specials. Do I? Nope. I’m not quite ready for that level of senior citizen label. I probably should because my digestion these days doesn’t allow me to scarf down bad food. I’d rather be hungry than sorry tomorrow. I only eat what agrees with me. You know you’re getting older when you order a full meal and walk away leaving most of it still on your plate.

You know you’re getting older when you can feel it in your bones. Age is freeing, but aging is permanent. The years slip by before you know it, and you can’t get them back. So take those instrument lessons you always wanted to or put pink streaks in your hair. Play live on stage with a band. Adopt a kitten while you’re still young enough to chase them around.

You know you’re getting older. Hurry up before it’s too late.

10 thoughts on “Aging Semi-Gracefully

  1. jenanita01 says:

    I loved reading about you and your take on ageing. I’m older than you and agree with everything you say.
    After all, getting older deserves the appreciation it took to get there…

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    1. Thank you. I’ve found aging interesting. On one hand, I love it. I’m able to push myself to do things now that I’ve dreamed about, things I’ve always wanted to do. On the other hand, I hate how age limits you. The freer I am mentally, the less free my body is. I’m not as strong or as nimble as I was. I miss the agility. Given all of that, I would still never go back to how I once was in my head. I like myself so much better at this age.

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      1. jenanita01 says:

        Good parts and bad…

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  2. Sheree says:

    Absolutely! Age brings with it plenty of freedoms, we should embrace these whole-heartedly and never postpone anything we could do today!

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    1. That has really hit home with me the last few years when a series of stomach maladies made me realize time is getting short. Good health is not guaranteed.

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  3. I’m 61 and dress just how I want to and wear flat shoes or trainers. Ageing sucks, but I’m taking it one day at a time. Great post!

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    1. Thank you. It’s nice to finally reach the age where you don’t care what others think. I was always trying to please someone else and finally realized that it was okay to just please myself.

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  4. tidalscribe says:

    You girls don’t look your age – but that’s my 93 year old mother talking about my sister 60 and me 66! She doesn’t look 93 either and her brain and hearing are pefect – but she doesn’t get out and about as much as The Queen, who is the same age!

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    1. My mother-in-law is still going strong at 96! She’s in assisted living, and she still uses her computer and Facebook. She’s alert, active and well. She socializes within the facility and still crochets or sews everyday.

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