Oh, my goodness . . . I totally love this! Mostly because I’m living it!
I feel old sometimes when I look at other people that I know are my age! I think, Sheesh! I grew up with them and they look just plain awful! I also feel old when I look in the mirror and realize, holy cow, that really is what I look like, even though I don’t feel that way at all! I don’t feel as old as the hills!
Getting 15 pounds off in the last two months has helped a whole bunch to alleviate the senior-citizen-look I was sporting all of last year. Now I am feeling like I might make it another ten or so years if I stick to it! This morning when I was putting on my pantyhose for church I actually survived without feeling as though I was either getting completely beat-up or was going to have a significant heart attack. I’ve been wearing very stretchable Q-size tights for a long time but today I actually wore the real thing. And, I wore a belt that I bought last year on Bridger Valley Classifieds. I remember I laughed my head off when I tried it on last year. It was a full three inches too small. That was how big the space was in front from one side to the other. It didn’t even come close to closing around my middle. But hey, I wore it today and it is dang cute!!!
There are many perks of being over 60. My cousin posted these and I totally relate!
1. Kidnappers are not very interested in me
2. In a hostage situation I’m likely to be released first
3. No one expects me to run — anywhere
4. People call at 8 pm and ask: “Did I wake you?”
5. People no longer view me as a hypochondriac
6. There is nothing to learn the hard way
7. Things I buy now won’t wear out
8. I can eat dinner at 4 pm
9. I can live without s3x but not my reading glasses
10. My supply of brain cells is finally down to a manageable size.
OK, that’s funny. Admit it!
Seriously though, being this age allows me to enjoy life in a way that I haven’t before. I can see all sorts of wisdom from this perspective. I can weigh things a little less critically. I can laugh at things that would have simply crushed me before. I can come and go as I please. I can take a 30 minute bath. I can read/clean/sleep/watch/travel/shop whenever I want. I have time to study [for instance, for four hours this morning!] I can be busy or lazy. I can enjoy.
As I sat in RS this afternoon listening to a lesson from President Hunter, I read these words:
“Verily I say unto you my friends, fear not, let your hearts be comforted; yea, rejoice evermore, and in everything give thanks.”
President Hunter said, “In light of such wonderful counsel, I think it is incumbent upon us to rejoice a little more and despair a little less, to give thanks for what we have and for the magnitude of God’s blessings to us, and to talk a little less about what we may not have or what anxiety may accompany difficult times.” Oh, my goodness! It really hit me! I wanted to personal and internalize that thought!
I can rejoice a little more and despair a little less.
Sure, when I see someone with young skin and a full head of hair I sometimes wish for younger times. When I see someone with kiddos to watch in sports or sit with in church, when I see people who can climb two stairs at a time or figure out technology, I sometimes sigh with a titch of regret. But really, despairing less is worth all of that . . . and more.