My mother lied about her age for years. Then she lied about mine. I do the same. I never tell anyone how old my son is, for example. However, there’s a big difference between caring about broadcasting my age and caring about getting older. Let’s face it, I can’t do anything about it. Oh, I could stop the aging process but that means I’d be dead. Jeesh, that’s not a good alternative.
So, some days when I go and look at myself in the bathroom mirror – which stretches the length of the lonnnnnnnggggggg bathroom, I kinda/sorta wince. Once in awhile I have a new wrinkle that I didn’t have the day before. The area below my left eye gets weirdly puffy. The sclera of my eyes is sometimes gray (but I’m allergic to so much stuff that’s pretty normal). Most of the time I just shrug or shake my head and go about my day.
When I get dressed up – makeup included – I don’t look too bad. That’s what I tell myself.
My hair is going to do what it’s going to do whether I spend hours working on it or not. I used to agonize about it. Now I get a good basic cut and then I don’t worry about it. Some days it’s soft, flowing, and attractive. Those are the days when I don’t see ANYONE. Other days I look like a punk rocker even after using the curling iron.
Do it yourself stuff
You can’t make me paint a room again for love nor money. See part about aging. Part of getting older is realizing you really don’t WANT to do certain things. If I can’t afford to pay someone to do those projects, they don’t get done.
I love my house. I love my bed. I love my pillow. I don’t like hotel rooms and that might be because I’ve had to live in too many of them as I was moving around with my Air Force officer father. We lived in a hotel in Paris almost a year. I don’t like the idea of someone else sleeping on the same mattress. Plus I have insomnia so often that my mattress/pillow is important to me.
I’ve traveled all over the world. I was detained in Russia and lost for a whole month in Scotland. I’ve been to school in Switzerland and stranded in Germany. I lived in Paris, Naples, and Okinawa. Trust me, when I say I don’t want to travel anymore, I don’t want to travel anymore. I’ve been blessed to see what I’ve seen, but air travel is a misery lately and everything else is ruinously expensive. There are people who tell me there’s nothing like experiencing something first hand. Um, no. I can see National Geographic and thrill at the aerial shots of an island and not have to feel the balmy winds to experience it. I like turning off the TV, making myself a cup of tea and trotting off to my own bed.
And the award for the Fuddy Duddy of the Year goes to…(drum roll)….me!
How about you?
Is there anything you just don’t care about anymore? Maybe something you used to worry about and now don’t?