Deborah Drucker
There are lots of blogs out there about those of us of a certain age. Many like to incorporate words in their titles like better, feisty, fierce, still kickin’, fabulous, brilliant, sexy, and energetic. You get the idea. It is a reaction to having society tell us the opposite. Or maybe because we have internalized all the negatives and feel like the opposite. Most likely it’s a combination of both and to tell the world we are here and there is still life after 50, 60 or fill in the blank. I really hate those blogs talking about “how I survived turning 25, 30 or 40 and started my life over in a new career”, too. If you feel old at 30, how will you feel at 50?
All right… I can hear it now, all the comments telling me I am wrong, that life is wonderful after 50 and beyond. Don’t get me wrong. I love reading all these blogs about us over 50s. I like to think I am a positive, optimistic, energetic, stylish and attractive person. It’s true that I am alive and I still have a brain in my head.
The sky’s the limit. The world is my oyster. Well, then why haven’t I accomplished anything of note lately. I have not run any marathons, swam to Cuba, lost weight, written a novel or a blog even. What am I doing with my life? I know there are lots of things I can do. Like get in and clear out the boxes in my living room. My husband cleared out his home office several months ago so we could get new flooring put in. The stuff he cleared out is still in the living room. It looks like we’re a couple of hoarders. Well, if the shoe fits. Which reminds me, he has a collection of old tennis shoes. He has them piled up near his side of the bed. I told him it makes me feel like I am living with a centipede.
I did have my husband move our treadmill into the den so I would use it. I started out pretty good but lately I have had lots of excuses. Like I have to exercise in the morning before it gets too hot. The trouble is I am one of those slow movers in the morning. It takes me a long time to get going if I don’t have to be anywhere, like work. So by the time I get going I tell myself it is too late to get on the treadmill. And I have read that it is not good to exercise at night because it will keep you awake. Then I won’t get enough sleep so I can get up early enough to exercise.
Enough of all this negativity! From now on my mantra will be I am better, feisty, fierce, fabulous, brilliant, sexy, energetic and still kickin’. I am going on that treadmill again and clear out those boxes… starting tomorrow.