They say that aging is like experiencing fine wine. Well, I beg to differ. In my experience aging sucks. It all started changing in my late 40’s. I had been an athlete in my younger years and even a few years ago was a real avid disc golfer especially in the mountains. But life gets in the way of things lasting long term. Now that I’m in my middle 50’s everything is just getting older not golder. Whoever said golden years was so good must have been a punk kid not knowing the truth.
In my youth I was able to bounce back quickly from things, twisted ankle, all sorts of bumps and bruises. I kept fit and was able to eat what I wanted, when I wanted. But now if I even look at food, I gain ten pounds and it takes ten times the effort to get any weight off. My hair has gotten grayer, my eyesight is starting to get worse, I need readers now. My back hurts, my ankles hurt, my hands hurt and tingle much of the time. I’m a mess of aging goodness. I’m not doing it gracefully.
So, I wish it was as good as fine wine but hey I’m not going to kid myself. I’ve never had a fine wine; I’ve just always had the cheap stuff. So those peeps out there feeling like a $100 bottle of wine, more power to ya, ya assholes. I’m aging like an eight-dollar bottle of wine, it’s still ok but it isn’t the $100 dollar bottle experience. Thankfully I’m counting my blessings though because I know that life could be waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay harder than it is. I’m thinking my aging bubble is not too bad.
So, I guess it’s not golden, but I will still fill my glass with that eight-dollar wine goodness and toast the new day of adventure, leaning and experiencing as I go. There is no cure for aging, we all do it. I’m just sharing that it’s really tough sometimes, but the fight can still be an amazing journey. It’s all about awareness and perspective. So grab your cane and your walker cause this old man is leaving the station. See ya on the journey.
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