On Aging by Deb Mia

Could this week’s post be more apropos? Because I just realized that my post from last week was technically the post we were supposed to write on a month ago. HELLOOOO!! Sheesh!

There are so many things I could blame it on, but really, I have noticed a definite drop in my mental capacity the moment I turned 35. I actually think I heard the click. And yes there are the books and the kids and all that fun stuff to wear me out but here’s the thing: back in my “day,” multi-tasking wasn’t a problem. Pulling all-nighters wasn’t a problem. Taking a shower once a day wasn’t a problem.

Now, however, a snail could pace me. It helps that I live in Hawaii where people pretty much take their time (hence the term “aloha time”), so I’m not too self-conscious about it, but one trip back to the mainland and I’m beat. Exhausted. In need of a VERY long nap. I just can’t keep up with you guys, I really don’t know how you do it!

That all being said, the truth is I love getting older. I complain about it, and I wish I didn’t have the occasional grey hair (I am definitely not in my “embrace the grey” stage yet!), and I would LOVE more energy and a really nice, tight body (that ship has definitely sailed), but I also think it’s kind of cool. I turn 40 next year … I’ll have lived on this blue marble for 40 years. How incredible is that? And I actually have something to show for it! It was looking kind of spotty there back in my twenties, and things were definitely rough in my early thirties, but I think things are starting to find their groove now. I’ve got family, a career, the brass ring of publication (finally!), my health and yes, even my brain.

It’s amazing to me. And I am grateful and hope for at least another 40 more. Here’s a passage from Kahlil Gibran I wanted to share:

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

What do you look forward to most about aging? Other than the senior discount, that is (I am definitely looking forward to that one!).

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7 thoughts on “On Aging by Deb Mia

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  2. You know, along with just feeling more comfortable in my skin (and I’m getting more of it every year), I just love the idea of aging–since the alternative is death. I had one grandmother live to 103. She rocked. My other grandmother died at 39, when my mom (her daughter) was 9. I think of all she missed. I’ve already had 8 more years than she got and I know it’s not nearly enough. I love watching my kids grow into adults. I can’t wait for grandbabies (well, if my kids are reading this, yes, I can. Don’t do anything stupid. Get a diploma, spouse and job first.) I love feeling like I ahve a say. I’ve got perspective now, that I certailyl didn’t have ten years ago.

  3. Love your positive attitude. This is one of my favorite posts on the Deb site. I’ll read this anytime I am fretting over wrinkle lines (seriously, how can I not even be thirty and already have the forehead of a ninety-two-year-old!) 🙂

  4. I’m pretty zen about aging, too. I think the last time I freaked out about my age was at about 34 when I realized I could no longer say “early thirties”. I still feel young. I have close friends of various ages older and younger than me. Other than the sagging bits which I could do without, I’m pretty okay with aging.

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