I think I always wanted to be a different age than I was. Or, often I thought I was a different age! I would forget how old I was; that I was/am aging. When I was young, I wanted to be older. The older you got the more privileges you had. The more choices you were given, instead of the choices being made for you. Then, as I got older, and it was the younger ones' turn, I thought I was younger, but I wasn't anymore. I wish we could just stay a certain age. (I'm not sure what that age would be, though.) Nothing stays the same. Time doesn't stop for the living. We use to laugh how my dad seemed to want to hang out with the younger ones. He would refer to those who were his age as "old ducks"! He seems younger than his age. I find that I am more like him the older I get. I often think I'm the age of the one I'm with. One thing I absolutely hate is when I'm given a senior discount, even though I'm not old enough yet! It happened to me last week. I looked at the girl, who might have been a teenager, and thought it was best to just accept the discount than to argue about it! Now, I know this sounds silly and stupid. Who wouldn't want a discount? I just don't want to be old before my time! Besides, isn't the senior discount for 60 and older? I've got 5 years! But, listen to this! Just today when I took a new class at my gym, I realized I probably was the oldest in the class and I did pretty good! It was a boot camp class and it whoopped my butt, and, I did tell the teacher that I felt like I was going to throw up, and I did leave to go to the bathroom, but, I came back and finished strong! (and sweaty!) But, at the end of the class I introduced myself to the teacher and told her I was 55! That is a miracle for me to admit my age to a stranger! I felt proud that I finished the class. I know I did real-men push-ups, when a lot of them were doing girly ones! I pushed myself to do the max and not wimp out, as much as I could. So, I was proud of my age today! It felt weird, and good. So, this is a glimpse of who I am. Dealing with this aging thing. I'm a Nonnie to 7+ beautiful granddaughters! (Nonnie = grandmother) I say 7+ because I also claim my step-son's step-kids. (which one is a boy, actually, a young man). I am still in love with my man of 32 years! I am in love with my God! I am passionate about what He has to say to me. That He knows everything there is to know about me and He still loves me! That is amazing! Someone just told me that the number 5 stands for grace. Well, that fits perfectly! I was born in 1955 on the 5th day of March. (I just told you my age!) But, look at the fives! Three of them! Grace,grace,grace! I am overwhelmed with my God's grace. His bending the knee to grace me with His grace! My daughter told me they were going to name their youngest daughter's middle name after mine, which is Marie. I asked her if they would give her the middle name of Grace instead, and they did. So, this is my very first blog and it's about ageing, accepting your age, and grace. Stay tuned....
