I’m sorry, but getting older sucks.
Yes, I know, you hear so many of us touting that it’s wonderful and amazing and enlightening and empowering but in all honesty, I’d take my 20 something year old body, over my 58-year-old body any day.
The other day, I plucked a black hair off my chin that was at least an inch long! First, how did that happen? And secondly, how did I not see it until it was an inch long? I think the biggest reason our near-sightedness gets worse as we age, is so we don’t see that sort of thing on our partner’s face.
That and all the wrinkles.
I’ve learned more medical terms since turning 50 than I knew when I worked in a hospital. I always thought diverticulitis was something that happened if a diver came up too quickly from deep water.
And chondromalacia is not a fear of snakes…just FYI.
Even though I live near the beach, my skin is so much drier than it ever was. The second I step out of the shower, I am rubbing oil on my skin before it dries. I have tubs and tubes of lotions and potions to combat my ever drying skin.
While hairs are popping out of unwanted places, my eyebrows keep getting thinner and thinner. I was given the advice to rub coconut oil in them each night, so now there’s also a jar of coconut oil on my nightstand.
Unfortunately, I’m now educated in age spots and skin tags too. I’ve been using sunscreen every morning on my face, neck and chest since I was in my 20’s. Apparently, I was supposed to add my hands to that routine too.
So, yeah, body-wise I’d rather be 28 than 58.
But thinking back to 28, I wouldn’t trade in my knowledge and experience to go back to that age. Of course that’s easy to say, because it’s not like I can go back to 28.
I guess it’s a trade-off.
I got the strong body with great skin when I was younger, but I get the knowledge and experience as I get older. Hmmm, I’m trying to decide if that’s a good deal or not.
Look, I know I’m supposed to be “embracing my age” and all, and for the most part I am. But I’d put money on it, that if someone said we could stop or reverse the aging process; we’d all jump on board.
My mother-in-law tells me “don’t get old, it sucks” and then chuckles. But I totally understand what she means. I always say back to her, “it beats the alternative”, and we both laugh and agree.
I’m pretty lucky really. My mom didn’t make it to my age, so I’m going to do everything in my power to make it to at least 100.
I can just see myself, wrinkled and spotted with hairs on my chin and talking about how great it would be to have that 58-year-old body back.