Jokes and Ditties

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Beautiful Decay

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My bones are shrinking in size and density, making them weak and more susceptible to fracture so I must watch my step. My Muscles feel weaker and I am not as bendy. I think I have got a bit shorter.

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My digestive system, my large intestine to be exact, is undergoing structural changes which means I must eat more fiber.  My bladder is becoming less elastic and, along with my pelvic floor muscles, is getting weaker.  I now understand the adverts.





My brain is changing.  I cannot easily remember the name of thingybobby’s wife.  I can no longer cook dinner, help with homework, and talk on the phone at the same time. But I am getting better at crosswords.

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My eyes work differently.  I must hold things further away and ask for help with the small print, I squint in the glare and can’t see in the dark.  I am always losing my glasses. I can’t see the hairs on my face, so my daughter now helpfully points them out.

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My earlobes are drooping. I say “say that again” more often than not and can no longer hear the high pitch call of a dog whistle.  I nod yes when I mean no in a crowd. I wear lighter earing and turn the sound up on the remote.

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My skin has got thinner, more fragile, less elastic and I bruise more easily because the fatty tissue just below my skin is decreasing. Less oil production now means dry skin, wrinkles, age spots and…….

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……………what the hell is that thing that appeared overnight.

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My body is aging and there is nothing I can do to stop it.  It insists on the process, sometimes it makes me laugh, but mostly I sigh, accept, and buy more appropriate clothing. I have after all been aging since birth.

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Getting old can feel like a sin in a world that worships the young.   But there is a gift, a certain kind of emotional wellbeing, which comes with the years.  All the experiences, the learning, forges wisdom. I have a bag of answers, which I am sometimes asked to open, but don’t care if I’m not.

I feel liberated, I can wear whatever makes me happy, let stupid opinions go, speak the truth to my friends, be myself in a photo, dance where I want to, and wear comfortable shoes or a heel with my jeans.

I do not worry about the small stuff quite so much, do not have to LIKE if I do not want to. I understand that things will get better, that time really can heal and there will always be another……….

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I now have more time to do what I want when I want.  The pressure and responsibilities for planning my future are slipping away, becoming less important.  It is time to simply be me, to go back to how it all started. I appreciate the symmetry.

I feel like I can pursue something different, feel something new, live a second adolescence. I want to push the boundaries, do some good, give something back, and have a nap in the afternoon without feeling guilty.

I wear my crown of wisdom proudly. I am excited to see what the future brings

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