Another cold morning.
I miss going to the lake and feeling the sun on my face while laughing with friends.
The cold hurts.
Physically hurts.
Yeah. Yeah. Its my age. The aches and pains of getting older. Funny, it seems while I am moving and doing things I don’t feel the hurt so much.
It’s when I am still.
Every part of me seems to talk.
My feet throb from standing all day.
My legs are sore, sometimes numb in places. My knees crack when I bend them.
Hips feel like I have been hula dancing all day. My lower back screams.
I feel like I have a muscle that thinks its an anaconda wrapping around my shoulders, back and neck, squeezing and pushing the air out of me. Moving my arms only makes it madder.
Even my scalp hurts.
So I am rarely still.
I move.
I enjoy life.
I don’t know how to act my age because I’ve never been this age before.
If I break something I will get it fixed.
And keep going.
I will eat cake for dinner and pizza for breakfast.
And lots of bacon.
I will ride the roller coaster if I want.
Drive fast and love slow.
That is what makes me feel young.
Not sitting around.
That gives my body time to complain and complaining doesn’t fix anything.
So I will “rub some dirt on it” like my dad used to say and keep playing.
My life, my rules.
Let’s get this party started!
I’ll see you on the playground.
Love big
Lorene
