Friday, December 4, 2015

about aging

It's my birthday!  I'm sixty. Nobody really wants to think of themselves as 60, but of course, we want to keep living. So it's not the worst thing, even though inside we're still feeling like we must be twenty five.  But I didn't have a real problem with this milestone - I mean, it is what it is.

A story:

 I remember my cousin Charlie, years ago, having a big problem with being thirty. He's more than ten years older than me, but at the time I thought, thirty? what's the issue with that? But I did have a real problem with forty. And I didn't expect that.

When I turned 36 I became aware of something inside me, something that was beginning to be alarmed at the idea of turning forty. I was surprised at it, and a little concerned, but it wasn't with me all the time. At thirty seven, it was a little stronger, etc., until I was 39 and I realized that I honestly didn't know what was going to transpire when I turned forty, because there really isn't anything you can do about it, is there?  Well, I mean, reasonably. But there was this dread within, which could only come to a head on the day, and - what would I do?  Go into a panic?  I didn't know.

At that time, I used to listen to Rush Limbaugh on the radio. I'm a political conservative, for the most part, and when he started his program, there was precious little in the media for conservatives - they are overwhelmingly Democrats and it is evident in their reportage. So, Rush was a real breath of fresh air; now I feel I've had enough of that kind of thing.  Anyway, one day I was washing the floor, and listening, and he (he's a few years older than I) said when he was a kid, he always looked forward to getting into his forties!  He could see that most folks were just finding out their place in the world in their twenties, getting established in their thirties, and by their forties, they were comfortable and knew where they belonged. I perked up at this speech, and it made me feel better. But for only a short while. Because I realized something: this "thing" within me was not a matter of logic or reason; if so, I could talk myself out of it. Even though I knew it didn't make sense, it was still there, and I didn't know where it came from - why it was there.

The day came - I was home, not working. I know what time I was born - 3:43 pm (EST) and during the day I'd find myself looking in the mirror, wondering if I'd flip out or anything. Suddenly, I realized the time had passed. I looked in the mirror; the realization came to me, deep within - I looked the same, I felt the same, everything was the same. That "feeling" fell away, and never came back.

This realization, of course, was nothing earth shaking, but the way it resounded within me was, I guess. I haven't had a recurrence of this either today, or ten years ago. It was all very strange, but I'm grateful, to say the least!

The end.  :)

Henry, who only worries about his next meal.


  1. LOL ~ I've got you by 2 years and am a "life-time" listener to Rush too. :-) I don't feel like I've changed much either, just the hair, which instead of a dark brown is now a salt and pepper silver, and mostly salt.
    We should have more of a "cat" attitude!
    Have a good weekend ♥

  2. Sending you happy birthday wishes, Lisa, for today and the whole year!

    I loved the story. And, I don't mind getting older, however, I don't like how my heart has changed by what I have seen in the world.

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    1. Thanks, Phil. (it took me a minute to figure out what you were saying - LOL)

  4. Belated Birthday Greetings to you Lisa!!

    I'm 62, and I've discovered life begins at 60!! :)))


    1. Thank you, Linda. It's nice to hear that! :)

  5. A little late wishing you a happy birthday here online but I do hope you had a nice day. I like birthdays because I really think I still haven't grown up so I never bother thinking about how old I actually am just how young I feel in my heart.

    1. Yes, we're really always children, I think.

  6. belated happy birthday to you.
    I had a problem with 40 too. Also a friends husband did.
    It's never returned, I have seen 60 also.
    I think with 40 it was the sudden realisation that I wasn't really a girl anymore.

    Best wishes,
    Angela (Devon)

  7. Thank you, and thanks for coming by. :)

  8. Hi Lisa, I have followed your blog off and on for a couple years. I love your cat pictures! I remember feeling old when I turned 40. It was difficult for me. It was more difficult than turning 50! Even though I was healthy at the time, I just felt "over the hill". Well I guess that is life. I enjoy your blog and came across it again by way of Susan Branch blog. Have a happy and blessed New Year!

    1. Julie, you're very kind! A blessed New Year to you, too. (yeah, what is it about 40? Now, I'd rather be forty than sixty, for sure!)