After a relaxing week
at the campground, I'm staring right at a significant occurrence in
my life. Yep, my 65th birthday is here; I have a Medicare
card to prove it if you don't believe me.
I have officially
reached that milestone. I am OLD. Senior. Elderly. Antique. Mature.
Over the hill. Maybe even wiser. I have learned at least three
things in this adventure called life:
1) If it makes you
happy, do it
2) If it doesn't, then
don't
3) Go your own way
Turning 65 isn't so bad,
really. I'm not yet senile, ancient, a doddering old crone, or ready
for the nursing asylum. I have added a few extra pounds but they
smooth out wrinkles and might give me a bit of a cushion if I fall
down. My bones are occasionally creaky but isn't that what Aleve is
for? I am still sassy, curious, and eager to learn new things.
There are nice perks
to getting old. Senior shopping discounts save me a few bucks. I
can eat early and get home in time for the news. Medicare costs less
than my previous insurance.
If the weather is bad,
I can stay in and read. If it's pretty, I can play outside. I can
sew all day if I choose to. I don't have to drive at rush hour or
care what anybody thinks. I have plenty of time to enjoy my home and
the world around me.
So what if I'm 65?
It's just another milestone. Senior life is good. I've quit saying
someday; instead I'm asking what about now? I'm looking forward to
many more years of following my own path.
Now that I'm old,
I don't want people
thinking
“What a sweet little
old lady”
I want them saying
“Oh crap, what's she
up to now?”
