I would like to clarify. In my post yesterday it sounds as if I think I'm old. Well I don't. And I'm not. But there are some growing signs that, well, the times they are a changing. Too often, when I get up in the morning, I believe I may have been pummeled in my sleep by small elves. Small elves wearing brass knuckles. It's not serious. I don't feel so bad I want to see a specialist. But I ache. My knees, my lower back. It's just become a "transition" getting out of bed instead of a fluid action. The idea that exercise is becoming mandatory, as in, if I don't start taking yoga, or doing a little cardio, I WILL be in trouble. Soon. I actually discard pictures now because of "double chin look" and "ripple laugh lines" instead of "weird shirt" or "eyes closed, mouth open."
Also, my memory is shot. Did I mention the small elves with brass knuckles? Oh.
Yesterday when my girlfriends and I went dancing, we had FUN. We were GOOD. We were also in a group of people who were all under 24 years of age. I am not exaggerating. I wanted to get a shirt made that said, "Your parents are paying me to spy on you." When a Adam Ant or a White Snake or a Bronski Beat song came on, I wanted to shout, "You people don't know anything about this song....I LIVED this music....I have concrete memories about this song." Ahhhh, the rantings of an old lady. Hahaha.
When I titled this post I was thinking of the saying about age...“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter” (Mark Twain). Then I found the following one by Dr Suess (really) and liked it too.
“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.”
And then, I found this, which seemed appropriate...
“You don't stop dancing from growing old, you grow old when you cease to dance”
So, I have compiled a list of things to do if, like me, you want to hold on to your youth by the scruff of the neck like a desparate fool....
* keep dancing
* drop the f-bomb on occasion (wait, was that hold on to your youth or your vulgarity? Hahaha)
* red wine, baby
* keep your girlfriends
* read books
* contemplate taking yoga
* lots of water
* laugh until you have ripple laugh lines
I had more ideas but I've forgotten what they are. Fuck.
1 comment:
My mom calls it a case of O L D. I have similar aches every day. Today, I spent two hours at the gym trying to fend off the worst of it - weight training, cardio. I hurts, but it hurts worse if I just sit at home. Oh yeah, ibuprofen helps too.
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