Isn’t it funny how time goes by? I remember being young, living at home with my parents, going to school, climbing trees, skiing and so much more. I was strong and healthy and felt that I could do anything. I had endless energy, and I don’t ever remember being tired. In fact, it was hard to settle down to sleep; I went through all I did during the day, and I imagined what I would do on the next day.
I lived with my parents, my cat Henny, and life was as good as it could get. Even going to school wasn’t that bad at all. I enjoyed walking to school and I liked my classes and friends. My dad taught me to ski, and I fell in love with it. My dad taught skiing at the Abenaki ski slope, and I learned how to ski almost as well as he could. I never had the grace he had, but I did fairly well.
Then there was high school, then college, and then I was on my own. I moved out of my parents’ house and had a nice little apartment. One day when I took my laundry to the local laundrymat, I saw a cute little gray kitten sitting outside. I stopped and patted him, and he was so friendly. I was able to pick him up, and I brought him into the laundrymat and asked the owner if he knew the owner of the kitten. He didn’t, so I left my laundry there and took the kitten home, and named him Billie.
Years went by as they always do; different jobs, different friends, working in different states and so on. I got married to the totally wrong man, and a few years later we divorced. When I was living and working in Texas, I got a phone call from an old friend, the Crankee Yankee. At the time, he was a truck driver, and he said he was going through where I lived in Texas, and could he take me out to dinner?
And the rest is history. The Crankee Yankee and I have been married for years now, and we have five cats. The Crankee Yankee’s daughter has two beautiful girls and we go up to visit them and enjoy their company.
The fact that we are growing older each year isn’t such a bad thing; in fact, we seem to be having the best times of our lives. There are things about getting older that are surprisingly fun and interesting. We have gone through good times and bad times, but mostly good times.
When I look in the mirror, I don’t see an old woman. I see a woman who looks pretty dang good for her age and still has a lot to smile about. My habit each morning is to look myself in the mirror and say, “good morning, gorgeous!” You’d be surprised what saying that does for your day, too; try it and see.
Growing old isn’t bad at all. Besides, if you don’t like it, what are you going to do about it? Just roll with it, be kind to yourself, and look for the funny side of life; it’s always there.