How do I feel about being 49?
It is amazing the difference perspective brings to my life.
When I think of my life and where I am at the ripe old age of 49. I see so many things that are surprising. I thought that the number 50 would bother me, but as I step into the year that I will draw near to this milestone I find that I am not as bothered by this approaching landmark as I thought I would be.
The grey hairs kind of bug me at times, but not enough to exert the time, energy and expense to get rid of them. A blogging friend of mine called them credentials, Wow! I like that!! They aren’t grey hair or wrinkles they are credentials, have mercy!!!!
The aches and pains are an inconvenience, but I have the perspective to recognize that they are minor in comparison to other physical health issues of some others that I know.
The short term memory loss, (now what was I saying, why did I come in here and why are my car keys in the freezer?) this can be a blessing as it clears away the mind and allows me to simply lets go of the unimportant. Thus far I have not forgotten my name, address and phone number and I can still recall my social security number, I do interchange my children’s name from time to time, and so far I have not inadvertently called my dear hubby Harrison (Ford) or Peirce (Brosnan).
In my youth there were days when I would sit and ponder my existence and what the meaning of life was all about, now I just shake my head at all the nonsensical meaningless pursuits that I wasted so much time on.
I am thankful that I have a much firmer grasp on what is truly important.
I am thankful that my definition of what a crisis is has changed dramatically.
I am thankful that I have an easier time recognizing the things I can control and the thing I can’t control.
I am thankful for good friends who love me enough to tell me when I am trying to control a situation or person that can’t be controlled.
I am thankful that I have learned that “No” is a complete sentence, and I am also thankful that I no longer feel the need to justify or explain why I have said it.
I am thankful that I can now appreciate the very simple things like a wonderful cup of coffee, a perfect spring morning, the sound of the garage door opening up as my husband comes home from work, that my daughter still likes to play, talk, and in general hang out with her mom, naps and the value of sleep in general, crawling into a freshly made bed with clean sheets, a really great bargain at the local Goodwill, a good meal, and an even better meal if I don’t have to fix it or clean up after it, a really hot shower, frozen yogurt, a hazelnut java chiller from sonic, and a really good glass of Pinot Griggo.
Now lest you think that I have it all together, please hear me, nothing could be farther from the truth.
After 26 years of marriage, much to my husband’s dismay I am still no better at cleaning toilets or mopping floors than I was when we got married. My official opinion on house work is this. When they start awarding cash prizes for clean kitchen floors and sparkling toilets then I will expend the effort to have them on a constant basis.
I thank Jesus every day for spell-check, I couldn’t win a spelling bee if my life depended on it.
I still wince at any signs of conflict.
I have a strong dis-like for shopping, I will go as far as say that I even hate it.
My filing system is very organized and scientific (NOT), I wait until the junk mail pile beside the computer gets so tall that it falls over and spills on to the floor, this is then the sign that it is time to go through the pile do the necessary shredding and tossing.
I am not very adventurous.
I struggle with being sarcastic.
I am impatient, cranky, judgmental and have been know to consider myself as “always being right”.
I tend to loose track of time, I have now worked on this post when I should have been thinking about what I will cook for diner, (I also subliminally forgot to take anything out of the freezer this morning as well) oh my goodness I guess we will just have to go out for dinner, I mean it is my birthday after all.
So how are you feeling about where you are in your life, your age, your whatever????
Blessings
Robin
When I think of my life and where I am at the ripe old age of 49. I see so many things that are surprising. I thought that the number 50 would bother me, but as I step into the year that I will draw near to this milestone I find that I am not as bothered by this approaching landmark as I thought I would be.
The grey hairs kind of bug me at times, but not enough to exert the time, energy and expense to get rid of them. A blogging friend of mine called them credentials, Wow! I like that!! They aren’t grey hair or wrinkles they are credentials, have mercy!!!!
The aches and pains are an inconvenience, but I have the perspective to recognize that they are minor in comparison to other physical health issues of some others that I know.
The short term memory loss, (now what was I saying, why did I come in here and why are my car keys in the freezer?) this can be a blessing as it clears away the mind and allows me to simply lets go of the unimportant. Thus far I have not forgotten my name, address and phone number and I can still recall my social security number, I do interchange my children’s name from time to time, and so far I have not inadvertently called my dear hubby Harrison (Ford) or Peirce (Brosnan).
In my youth there were days when I would sit and ponder my existence and what the meaning of life was all about, now I just shake my head at all the nonsensical meaningless pursuits that I wasted so much time on.
I am thankful that I have a much firmer grasp on what is truly important.
I am thankful that my definition of what a crisis is has changed dramatically.
I am thankful that I have an easier time recognizing the things I can control and the thing I can’t control.
I am thankful for good friends who love me enough to tell me when I am trying to control a situation or person that can’t be controlled.
I am thankful that I have learned that “No” is a complete sentence, and I am also thankful that I no longer feel the need to justify or explain why I have said it.
I am thankful that I can now appreciate the very simple things like a wonderful cup of coffee, a perfect spring morning, the sound of the garage door opening up as my husband comes home from work, that my daughter still likes to play, talk, and in general hang out with her mom, naps and the value of sleep in general, crawling into a freshly made bed with clean sheets, a really great bargain at the local Goodwill, a good meal, and an even better meal if I don’t have to fix it or clean up after it, a really hot shower, frozen yogurt, a hazelnut java chiller from sonic, and a really good glass of Pinot Griggo.
Now lest you think that I have it all together, please hear me, nothing could be farther from the truth.
After 26 years of marriage, much to my husband’s dismay I am still no better at cleaning toilets or mopping floors than I was when we got married. My official opinion on house work is this. When they start awarding cash prizes for clean kitchen floors and sparkling toilets then I will expend the effort to have them on a constant basis.
I thank Jesus every day for spell-check, I couldn’t win a spelling bee if my life depended on it.
I still wince at any signs of conflict.
I have a strong dis-like for shopping, I will go as far as say that I even hate it.
My filing system is very organized and scientific (NOT), I wait until the junk mail pile beside the computer gets so tall that it falls over and spills on to the floor, this is then the sign that it is time to go through the pile do the necessary shredding and tossing.
I am not very adventurous.
I struggle with being sarcastic.
I am impatient, cranky, judgmental and have been know to consider myself as “always being right”.
I tend to loose track of time, I have now worked on this post when I should have been thinking about what I will cook for diner, (I also subliminally forgot to take anything out of the freezer this morning as well) oh my goodness I guess we will just have to go out for dinner, I mean it is my birthday after all.
So how are you feeling about where you are in your life, your age, your whatever????
Blessings
Robin
Comments
I learned awhile back (possibly at 49) that the best is always yet to come. So no matter what chronology might do to my mortal frame or life, I'm eager to see what's in store.
Be blessed, and Happy coming Birthday!
Kathleen
Acutally, you sound pretty good for 49--What a wondeful age to be(been there done that!) and your outlook is awesome!