Dawn Sinclair
I don't know how people manage to age
gracefully, do you? Is it something to do with deciding you like grey hair and
wrinkles after all?
Or could it be to do with smiling in
the face of adversity and accepting your lot, albeit a lousy deal of a lot?
For instance, when I was
forty-something, a hearing specialist told me I had, surprisingly, an age
related hearing loss equivalent to that of an average seventy year old. I
laughed "gracefully" and accepted that I'd need hearing aids from now
on in. Apparently, averages are made up of every age so I guess there were a
few hundred year olds to balance the books.
In my fifties, my hair decided that
it would skip the whole "going grey" fashion and head straight for
white and, just to add spice to the equation, it thinned itself overnight by
molting madly, apparently for no good reason except to lessen the amount of
time it took to dry after a shower I suppose there is always a silver lining to
be found then. I took myself off to the hairdressers where I was informed by a
visiting top stylist that I was so lucky to have skipped grey because I still
looked like a blonde but with even blonder natural highlights. Cool!
Yippy for me! Aging gracefully was
becoming easier every day.
Approaching my sixties, I seemed to
be taking an extra pill per day for every year I advanced, all prescribed by my
doctor who informed me I was doing splendidly considering how long I'd had
diabetes.
Well, at least I wasn't jabbing myself with a needle and isn't it
wonderful to realize the doc trusts me to balance my own meds now? Besides,
soon I'd get free meds on the National Health. Yay for 60!
We still hold hands when we walk down
the street these days, except now we do it to stop each other falling over - it
still looks pretty graceful though, I suppose. And, when we are wearing the
right pair of glasses (rose tinted of course) we don’t notice each other
growing older because if we did, we’d have to also take note of our own wrinkly
changes. It would certainly seem odd if my husband started looking younger than
me, you have to agree.
Could I have aged less gracefully? I
have no idea. I suppose I could have had Botox and face peels, worn more makeup
and refused to drop my hems or wear lower heels but really, if I am honest, I
don't think that not doing any of that that means that I am more graceful; it
just means I am a lazy old coot who knows that at the heart of it all, age is
just a label and on mine the message says: you’re as old as you feel little
lady.
Dawn’s Poems…in Born Poets
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4 comments:
So funny!Thanks for you honesty!!
Laugh out loud funny! I loved it, Dawn.
Thoroughly enjoyed this. Thank you!
THanks LIllian Linda and June :-)
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