Growing Older

When was the tipping point where I started going to more funerals than weddings?  Perhaps it’s because I never had children, but I really don’t feel that old.  I see it when I look in the mirror and I feel in in some of my joints, but in my head, I don’t feel that old.

I think that’s pretty common.  I saw a coworker teasing another during a meeting last week.  I don’t remember if he was stealing his phone or poking him with his own, but I remember it looking like a little kid prank.

The ones I find who have lost that most often have been through some kind of trauma.  Service in a war zone, loss of a child, something life changing like that.  Sometimes they get the inner kid back and sometimes they don’t.

I like my inner kid.  She brings me joy in little things like helium balloons and pretty sunsets and fields of wildflowers.  She allows me to get on the floor and play games with my nephew and not worry about my “dignity.”

Today my inner child got a giggle because the doctor’s office had a vase full of pens at check out.  Each had a life-sized silk Gerbera daisy taped to it, so it was all bright and cheerful.  I like Gerbera daisies and managed to successfully grow them once.

I heard a crow outside this morning as I was waking up.  I don’t know why, but that always makes me cheerful.  Perhaps it is because it reminds me of RenFaire mornings in the fall, because that was a common “alarm clock” in the morning as the sun rose when we were working there.  Working RenFaire with the SCA when I was in college was a pretty happy time for me, so maybe that’s it.

But truly, I do get a lot of joy out of the little things in life.  Yes, I’m easily amused, but I’d much rather be easily amused, that easily bored.  Life is good.

About Susan

I am a woman of strong opinion. You can listen or not, but I expect everyone to play nice and respect everyone else's right to have their own opinions. I was never much of a diarist, and I plan for this to be less about my life and more about my observations and information sharing. So let's not call this a "blog," which is a word I find a bit repellent.
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