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Old Age – coping with it, acknowledging it.


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Getting old has its compensations, but also its draw-backs. I am nearly 63 years old and I am learning, slowly. For the last seven years or so I have been in transition and it hasn’t been easy. Far from it. I have had to let go of a lot of things. I no longer kid myself that I look ‘good for my age’. Once I realised that, I embraced the age that I am and went in a different direction. However, that didn’t quite suit me and it still doesn’t, if I’m honest.

A year or so ago I cut my long, auburn (dyed) hair and let it go grey. Not so important maybe, but it was to me. I looked in the mirror and someone else was peeking back at me. The face in the mirror looked sad, apologetic even. Had I done the right thing? Maybe I should have kept on dyeing that hair but what is the point. I didn’t like the grey roots poking through. No, that looked awful. I kept my hair short for a while, fiddling about with curlers to try and keep it looking lively. Then I gave up and had a perm. Looking in the mirror that day, I saw my Auntie Connie looking back. Damn it! Where is me in all this? Where have I gone?

Since then I’ve kept my hair grey and fought off the aches and pains which seem to increase weekly. I feel guilty that I wasn’t more sympathetic to my own mother. She went through this too, I tell myself.

I have stopped using make-up, except for a little lipstick. That does brighten my face up so I keep that; but I can’t wear mascara anymore because my eyelids have drooped and now if I apply mascara, it ends up on the lids as well as the lashes and it’s darned difficult to get off.

With the negative issues comes also a sense of satisfaction, almost a wisdom. I now know what the outcome will be if I do this or that. I know what to avoid doing, which is a big help.

What I do know, I would like to pass on to my children, but they don’t want to know. If they want to know something, they turn to the internet these days. That makes me feel superfluous.

It’s not all bad though. I have more freedom with my time. Freedom to do my crafting, to visit lovely places and time to watch my garden grow. I have time to listen if anyone wants to talk.

I am content.

Read and enjoy this poem, which I found in an old copy of Peoples’ Friend Magazine:

 

Just The Way I Am

by Pam Davies

My face will not be lifted

And my tummy not be tucked.

It’s quite enough to file my nails

And have my eyebrows plucked.

Wrinkles on my face relax,

They know I’m Botox-free;

They know they’re in no danger

And they suit the likes of me.

Bits of me have grown and bulge,

Bits of me recede;

Some bits hint at deprivation,

Others hint at greed.

But every bit can tell a tale.

Is marked by fun or strife;

They’re signs of all the highs and lows

That bless my thankful life.

I shall not seek a surgeon

To return me to my youth,

I’m happy just the way I am,

Contented with the truth!

Have a lovely Sunday everyone. Thank you to my faithful blogging friends for sticking with me. You know who you are! and thank you to my new followers. You are most welcome to journey along with me.

Oma

Gain Confidence


I watched England play in the Euro 2012 championship the other day. They were playing Sweden. I think I’m right in saying that we’ve never beaten Sweden before – UNTIL THE OTHER NIGHT.  England beat Sweden 3 -2 .  It got me thinking as to why, suddenly did the team feel inspired to lift their game?

At the half way stage they were 1 – 0 up. They had the half-time break and came back onto pitch.  Were they feeling confident? Who knows, but it wasn’t long before Sweden scored 2 goals which put them in the lead, temporarily.  We have a new manager, who is English this time.  Does he inspire confidence in the team? I think so.  He made some good strategic decisions.

After the two goals were let in by Sweden, the manager brought on a different player, Theo Walcott. It wasn’t long before he scored a goal, bringing the game back to a level score.  Suddenly everything changed.  The team seemed to gain CONFIDENCE.

It was almost tangible. Soon we scored again, winning the game by 3 goals to 2.

Tonight we play the Ukraine.  I have my fingers crossed that the team will continue their spirited performance and have the

confidence in their own abilities to WIN, WIN, WIN.

If we get a draw, we can still go on to the next round, but the Ukraine have to win tonight or they’re out of it.

We all know how it feels to lack confidence. I know I do.  I’m not a very confident driver.  People tell me I’m a good driver, but Idon’t feel it myself. I’m too afraid of hurting other people.  I would hate to do that so I hold myself back. If only I was more confident

… Here’s a thought for the day on confidence.  I hope it inspires you like it inspires me.

The Optimists Creed

by Christian D. Larson – 1912 from The Secret

I Promise Myself


To be so strong that nothing can disturb my peace of mind.

To make all my friends feel that there is something worthwhile in them.

To look at the sunny side of everything, and make my optimism come true.
To think only of the best, to work only for the best and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as I am about my own.
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful expression at all times and give a smile to every living creature I meet.
To give so much time to improving myself that I have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
To think well of myself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words, but in great deeds.
To live in the faith that the whole world is on my side, so long as I am true to the best that is in me.

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