Life sure has a funny way of happening, doesn't it?
I woke up this morning, unable to get out of the bed. I couldn't figure out why my legs wouldn't move or why my head wouldn't get off the pillow. After several minutes of undue anxiety, I realized I was tied up in my pajama pants.
I have recently hung up the cute, sexy pajamas in lieu of something much more feasible, comfy jammies! You know the ones, baggy tshirts, and big leg cotton pull on pants with an elastic waist band! So big that I can fit three of me in one leg! Never in a million years did I think I would be sleeping in such unflattering clothing, that i'm quite certain even my grandmother would have balked at!
As if the struggle to get out of bed prison wasn't bad enough, I happened to run into a complete stranger in my own bathroom! You know that feeling you get when you are still half asleep, and you can barely walk because your leg joints haven't loosened up enough to move without you needing a cane yet, and then you look in the mirror in the bathroom, and about fall out dead when you see some old lady staring back at you? After a couple of minutes of chest pains again, you regain your composure long enough to realize its just you and you forgot you were old. Again. Because you pretty much forget everything these days, including why you went to the bathroom in the first place, and then you start looking for your reading glasses.
I'm not sure where the time goes. One day you're running through a drive thru at a fast food joint for lunch, the next day you're checking to make sure you have a coupon for your soup, to insure you get the appropriate amount of fiber in your diet!
I am trying my best to learn to love my new, older self. I'm trying really hard to become friends with my wrinkled face and saggy eyelids. But it's hard, especially around the holidays. I am trying desperately to remember that this year is the year that I should not be a cheerleader for Halloween.
Aging is not a fun experience, but have you noticed that it only happens to old people? I've never heard one single young person complain about the prices of apples at the grocery store. And i'm pretty certain that red lights only stay red longer than 2 minutes when you are over 40.
Even though getting older, pretty much bites like a jacked up starving rattlesnake, I think that once we learn to embrace it as an inevitable part of life, we can at least be a little less apprehensive about accepting it.
I guess I should look on the bright side. In a couple of years, I will qualify for all kinds of senior discounts at my favorite stores and restaurants. I'm already getting offers in the mail from AARP, apparently they didn't get the memo that I don't qualify for a few more years... sigh!
I woke up this morning, unable to get out of the bed. I couldn't figure out why my legs wouldn't move or why my head wouldn't get off the pillow. After several minutes of undue anxiety, I realized I was tied up in my pajama pants.
I have recently hung up the cute, sexy pajamas in lieu of something much more feasible, comfy jammies! You know the ones, baggy tshirts, and big leg cotton pull on pants with an elastic waist band! So big that I can fit three of me in one leg! Never in a million years did I think I would be sleeping in such unflattering clothing, that i'm quite certain even my grandmother would have balked at!
As if the struggle to get out of bed prison wasn't bad enough, I happened to run into a complete stranger in my own bathroom! You know that feeling you get when you are still half asleep, and you can barely walk because your leg joints haven't loosened up enough to move without you needing a cane yet, and then you look in the mirror in the bathroom, and about fall out dead when you see some old lady staring back at you? After a couple of minutes of chest pains again, you regain your composure long enough to realize its just you and you forgot you were old. Again. Because you pretty much forget everything these days, including why you went to the bathroom in the first place, and then you start looking for your reading glasses.
I'm not sure where the time goes. One day you're running through a drive thru at a fast food joint for lunch, the next day you're checking to make sure you have a coupon for your soup, to insure you get the appropriate amount of fiber in your diet!
I am trying my best to learn to love my new, older self. I'm trying really hard to become friends with my wrinkled face and saggy eyelids. But it's hard, especially around the holidays. I am trying desperately to remember that this year is the year that I should not be a cheerleader for Halloween.
Aging is not a fun experience, but have you noticed that it only happens to old people? I've never heard one single young person complain about the prices of apples at the grocery store. And i'm pretty certain that red lights only stay red longer than 2 minutes when you are over 40.
Even though getting older, pretty much bites like a jacked up starving rattlesnake, I think that once we learn to embrace it as an inevitable part of life, we can at least be a little less apprehensive about accepting it.
I guess I should look on the bright side. In a couple of years, I will qualify for all kinds of senior discounts at my favorite stores and restaurants. I'm already getting offers in the mail from AARP, apparently they didn't get the memo that I don't qualify for a few more years... sigh!
