Friday, April 3, 2009
Why getting old is a bliss.
I know I can't fool myself. Once I hit my forties, something happens.
Suddenly I can't read a novel unless I hold it with my arms straight out, which gets pretty tiring. So I went to the optical store and picked up a pair of reading glasses. I checked out the new glasses in the store mirror, which isn't small enough to hide my flabby gut.
Well, I just comfort myself with the thought that at least, my protruding stomach diverts attention away from my wrinkles.
Aside from these lovely physical changes, I think something really good happened in my forties.
A certain freedom begins to take hold in my psyche. Fitting in just isn't that important any more. Who cares if you're not dressed like everyone else?
Take today, for example. Since its Saturday, I just don my favorite shirt and shorts and flip-flop to work because it's comfortable and I really didn't feel like changing into some dressy outfit that would be scratchy and stiff. The result? Bliss.
There's no doubt that being forty-something has given me the courage to stop wearing stuff I don't like. Moreover, being forty has given me the courage to stop throwing away my precious free time on things or people I don't enjoy.
If you're past forty, do you feel the same freedom? From what?