As I get older, I'm finding that the maturing process is equal parts love and hate. It's the natural order of things, of course - everything's a trade off, and in order to enjoy the benefits, you must make the required sacrifices.
So here are the things I love and hate about getting older:
I love the fact that I've finally matured into myself, content with who I am, without the need to wish I had more, could do more, was more.
But I hate the fact that it takes me weeks and weeks to heal when I slip and fall on the ice.
I love the fact that I'm financially stable, and can enjoy a level of disposable income that allows me to do what I want within reason.
But I hate that every winter the mysterious cracks in the skin on my hands get worse and more numerous.
I love that my kids are growing into fine adults, and that they're making good decisions that will lead to them becoming contributing members of society.
But I hate that I can throw my back out just by sneezing.
I love that I have finally learned how to be diplomatic when I determine it's required.*
But I hate that it took me over 30 years to pull my head out of my ass and make smart life decisions.
I love that now, in my mid-life, I value my friends more than I ever have, and realize that while my romantic relationship is a cornerstone of my daily life, my friends are the keystones.
But I hate that I get occasional hot flashes, lovely precursors to the wonderful world of menopause.
I love that my values are slowly realigning themselves to place a higher value on those who are kind, considerate and generous, rather than those who are smart and accomplished.
But I hate that my mind, which used to resemble a steel trap, now more closely resembles a colander, or perhaps a sieve. Stupid Mad Cow.
And I really really hate the fact that my metabolism has slowed to the point where deciding to have donuts or not has a profound impact on my clothing budget.
Since I don't have much choice about growing older, I suppose I should revel in its delights rather than wallowing in its hardships. But still - stupid cellular degeneration.
*I just usually determine it's not required.
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It's not original, but "growing old sure beats the alternative".
Hit the nail right on the head, Janiece, particularly the part about throwing your back out sneezing. I did that the week before Christmas by simply bending down to pick up a piece of paper.
Love the fact that people think I'm wise enough they ask my oppionion on sensitive subjects.
Hate the fact I cant remember thier damned name.
Ah yeah.. youth is totally wasted on the young...
But I hate that I get occasional hot flashes, lovely precursors to the wonderful world of menopause.
Welcome to my world...although during a cold winter hot flashes can come in handy!! ;-D
But I hate that my mind, which used to resemble a steel trap, now more closely resembles a colander, or perhaps a sieve. Stupid Mad Cow.
My mind is like a steel trap...Rusted open and illegal in 38 states.
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