Old Lady

This afternoon I turned on the TV waiting for the NCAA National Championship game and to kill time while I was cooking dinner I flipped on Law and Order, SVU. An “old lady” is raped and people are wondering why anyone would want to rape an old lady. ¬†While looking for evidence, one of the detectives asked the age of the old lady. Well, she was 72. Now this is also my age and I’ve never thought of myself as an old lady. But, it did get me thinking about aging and what it means to each of us. I have certainly noticed several changes in my body. Things are starting to go south, my hair is getting very thin and getting silvery. I’m discovering age spots on my legs and arms from spending way too much fun in the sun as a girl. I spend a lot of time bending over my sewing machine and I spent many years taking notes on a laptop computer at work so my back is getting a curvature it never had before. It’s more difficult to get up off the ground when I sit on it to put grommets into my hula implement bags.

On the good side I still have a lot of energy. I take four classes of dance a week with extra practices here and there. I still have enough balance to work out on my Simply Fit Board which helps keep the heart rate up, the waist trimmed. I’ve kept my weight down at 125-128. I sleep well and eat well. I enjoy cooking healthy and seldom eat out. I can still mow my yard although the huge buffalo grass has me whipped. I keep my mind from atrophy by trying to keep up with current events which unfortunately also makes my blood pressure rise, but since it’s always been very low, I’m not worried. Although I didn’t grow up with computers and Smart Phones, I can usually manage to use them without a lot of problems except for Windows 10, which I loathe. I have a lovely relationship with my youngest son who calls me every week just to talk. We always seem to find so much to talk about. And, I’m happy that both my sons are doing well and have very special women in their lives.

So, though I might be considered an “old lady” by some standards, by my standards I may be getting older, but I’m not feeling my age. I’m anxiously awaiting what is in store for me in the future…number one wish–a partner that dances!

Every beginning, an end…Every ending, a beginning

My three-year relationship has come to an end. I still haven’t wrapped my mind around why but I’m looking for that window to open now that the door has closed. So, I’ve penned a few of my thoughts. Odd that I usually write in a prose style, but for this I chose to rhyme.

When unplanned and unexpected
Great love fades from sight
The world becomes just memories
Of all the days and nights

I could, before, reach out
For loving arms opened wide
Now, there’s only chasms
You, and me on the other side

No longer a voice singing with joy
My words are tempered with rife
For now, contentment has passed
Leaving a space in my life

Alone again, yet hopeful
I throw caution to the wind
Forging a new life’s adventure
Faith that the future will mend

A heart once broken by pain
Grows back big and strong
So, I go forward on my new path
Hoping to write a new song

God is always within me
Forever guiding the way
I will no longer fear tomorrow
Beginning with today