Lately, my back has been bothering me more than usual. I push through and walk – that seems to be the best therapy for it. I don’t want to take pain medication because who wants that?
I also recently got new glasses – the euphemistically called “progressives”, which are really trifocals.
I was in a neighborhood store today and when the owner complimented my glasses, I joked that they were “old people” glasses and were trifocals. I don’t know why I bothered saying that. It’s not like he asked. But, he said, “Age is just a number.”
Told me he’d just turned 70. He looked like he was in his 50s, max. I told him that.
“I told you – age is just a number.”
We laughed together, and then I walked out with a smile on my face.
He was right, though. I don’t feel old a lot of the time, though I do need more sleep than I used to. That’s also called being a parent – what parent gets enough sleep?
Age is both a reality and a construct. As we get older, our bodies do change. My eyesight has gotten worse. My back has gotten worse. But I refuse to let any of that define me. I walk my dog for miles when I can. When my back twinges, I ignore it and push through (though I am more careful about picking up heavy objects so as not to throw it out completely. I mean, I’m not an idiot).
So next time you’re feeling old – just remember: Age is just a number. Be who you want to be.
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