What is there to say?
One day I will die. And so will he, and you and every one of us under this roof.
You must put these things in proportion, Mrs. Patmore.
–Mrs. Hughes, Downton Abbey
So. I read a whole lot of blogs written by mid-life and senior bloggers and I have to wonder:
Am I late to the horrific symptoms of aging bandwagon? I must be the luckiest woman alive,
I’m not tired all the time.
So far I don’t have chronic major aches or pains.
No knee, hip or other surgery needed. Not yet.
I’m not depressed.
Not troubled by hot flashes or any other menopausal symptom.
Oh, ok, I don’t sleep the whole night but I manage that with a little help.
I’m not freaking out about being fat.
I don’t have an eating disorder.
I’m not considering cosmetic surgery.
I’m not racked by insecurities.
I don’t do affirmations..
I don’t feel like I have to reinvent myself.
I’m just living my life, best I can.
Like Mrs. Hughes on Downton Abbey, I strive to put the inevitable in perspective.
We all age.
Eventually we all deteriorate, body and mind.
And we all die.
Until then? I plan to live it up, best I can.
I’m not wasting a single moment bemoaning the inevitable.