No this is not a post about conception, abortion or choice. Well maybe about choice.
As I grow older, I am confronted with signs of my aging. Loss of flexibility-both mentally and physically, loss of strength, and of course hair all confirm to me that I am growing older. But I get to choose how these things effect me. Take hair for an example. I used to have a full thick head of hair. Not really a striking color but full. Now it is all but gone from front to back. I look like I have a monks cut sometimes. Since I never felt my identity as centered on my hair, my attitude with it’s lose is so what?
Some of the other areas plage me a bit more. I have always been able to lift just about anything I wanted too. I learned the proper way to lift from my dad (who had a bad back but was very strong) and could use technigue to aid in lifting larger, heavier items. Now I find my overall strength much less. After my one year re-coop time from my distal bicep rupture my upper body strength feels like it has gone the way of my hair.
But I am not ready to throw in the towel on life yet. I am ready to live life to the fullest! So I choose to say that life begins at 50! Sue and I have a great future, growing up together. After all it has only been 32 years so far. Hey I am going to be a grampa soon. And that brings a whole new stage to life!
Yes, but have you started to get cold yet?
Comment by Carrie — November 19, 2008 @ 11:36 am |
Congrats, Grandpa! Which of your families is blessing you? It’s good to hear you are doing so well — only hair loss and strength — never fortitude, dedication, character, nobility nor humor — you’ll always be my hero!
Comment by Grandma Becky — November 23, 2008 @ 3:13 pm |