Many times before I heard older people say :” I still feel the same as when I was 20, or 25″ or whatever age they named. To be honest I never believed them. How can you not feel older if the evidence is so clear? I could see the wrinkles, the greying hair, the failing eyesight, the slowing movements and the increasing pillbottles in the medicine cupboard. Clear evidence of the passing of time.
Now here I am. Fifty nine years old, still feeling the same emotions and still wanting to experience life and all it has to offer to the full.
Do I mind growing older? Off course I do. Who enjoys the aches and pains in joints, the searching for glasses before being able to read simple things such as a label on a product in a store, finding the first grey hairs or feeling the effects after going for a long walk and working in the garden.
On the other hand though growing older has its advantages. I enjoy being comfortable with who I am, not having to explain myself or prove my worth . I definitely don’t miss the uncertainty of youth and especially not the social scene of searching for a soulmate to spend the rest of my life with.
I love memories of times gone by when the children were young and I discovered the world through their eyes. I don’t miss the many hours I spent waiting for them in the car outside school or extracurricular activities, nor do I regret it. One of the greatest rewards for me is seeing how my children developed into well adjusted young adults.
With more time on my hands, I can now focus again on activities that I enjoy such as reading, gardening, attempting creative projects, practising writing skills by blogging and even taking an afternoon nap!
As sixty is said to be the new forty, I look forward to new experiences and learning new skills. I will embrace this new phase of life with enthusiasm and make the most of every day that is granted to me.
Therefore I agree with Mark Twain who said :“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”–