Are you ready? Time is moving on and so must you. We are so much tougher on ourselves than others. As we get closer to the big 65 sometimes we get very nervous.
Most people won’t admit it is happening. They refuse to acknowledge the coming birthday. They think about it with dread. Come on, people. Put on your big girl panties and face the music. Just think, you can dance all night if you want.
A lot of us think we need to do everything right. We need to not let ourselves go, so to speak. We want to be performing as we did 10, 15, or 20 years ago. Not going to happen.
It embarrasses us we have wrinkles or droopy eyelids. How come our boobs and butts drop a little lower than they used to. This is the new you. But there is good news.
Our vision is not as good
You may not think that failing vision is a good thing, but you just haven’t thought about it the right way. When I look in the mirror, I never wear my glasses. That way I actually look pretty good.
The only downfall is that so many of us use the 10X mirrors. Ladies, step away from the mirrors and nobody gets their feelings hurt.
It used to be that we all wanted to be fashionable and wear black. Somehow we look like we are going to a funeral now if we stick to just black. Wear any color you want. It is your choice.
Speaking of color, what color do you want to have for your hair? My original hair color was very dark brown. Slowly, over the last 20 years, I have colored my hair.
First, I just used product to cover my grey. All the grey wasn’t covered as I expect to have some just now as much was there. I chose to slowly lighten the color my hairdresser used and added highlights. The last time I had my hair done, I was one shade lighter than medium brown with blonde highlights.
I always wanted to be tall, slender, and blonde. Now I can tick one of those off the list. The other two may just have to stay there.
My best friend said that when she was growing up in the Italian community, she would see all these little old Italian ladies that would color their hair pitch black. Against their pale skin, it looks silly. So she swore she would never do that. When she went grey (very early) she colored her hair red. Not soft red, but bright red. Who cares, not her?
Hard on yourself
At the beginning of this post, I said that we are too hard on ourselves. I am not an exception. Now, however, I try to be kind to myself.
One time I had forgotten a meeting, and it was important. I was so upset and was ragging away on myself. You know how the conversation goes. How could I be so stupid? What do I have, sh*t for brains? I can’t believe I could do this. And on and on.
My friend then asked me if I would talk like that to a friend or colleague if they did what I did. Well, I wouldn’t. She would probably feel bad enough already, I said. She wanted to know why I was beating myself up? Because I said, “I know better.”
She looked at me and said. “That’s right, you’re special and better than everybody else and shouldn’t make any mistakes. Therefore, you don’t deserve to have anyone talk decently to you. Did I get that right?”
Since then my self-talk has been much better. I have tried to talk to myself as I would any of my friends.
As we age, we need to be more compassionate towards one another. Once we get to this age, we need to figure out how to have fun with our friends and family because really that is what it is all about.