That “oldies” are people with feelings, love, sexuality, sense of adventure and unfulfilled ambitions.
When I reched my 60th birthday, suddenly I could no linger ignore the fact that there were more time behind me than in front and that time was rapidly accelerating somehow.
For I was not phased by the sagging chin, the aching joints, weight gain and wrinkles, or more worryingly the memory lapses, slower thought process and a complete inability to retain new information for more than two weeks!
No for me it was time, time to do all the things I wanted to do, time watch my grandchildren grow up, learn French, time to travel, time to paint.
I wasted a year with the black cloud of depression chasing me, “coming to terms” with being 60. Meanwhile, time was passing me by. Time I could not afford to waste.
Now I can say this is one of the happiest times of my life, rivalled only by the time when my children were young and when briefly I had everything I always wanted.
My contentment is not about fulfilled ambitions or acquiring “stuff” but comes from an acceptance if what IS and an appreciation of what I have, rather than hankering after what could be or regretting waht I have missed.
I don’t have the time to dwell on regrets, Nor do I have time for ambition. THIS IS IT! the rainy day I have been subconsciously saving for all my life, and actually the metaphorical sun is shining!
Of course I have always known all this in my head, but only now with age and experience can I really feel it.
This is such freedom. I no longer have to waste time doing anything I don’t want to. (like cleaning!) bother with people I don’t like.
I am rich, in love and people who love me. I am not always the centre of their world, but that does not matter. I have enough money to travel a little and to do things on THE LIST. in another 10 years I may be too old or frail, or have caring responsibilities or be dead!
……and there are bonuses to being 60. I get a bus pass! YEAH!
Love from Bolton.