Because today I feel like talking “old”. Yip, that dreaded three-letter word. But let’s face it, old happens. Or older, whatever you want to call it.
Do I consider myself “old”…NO! Do I considering myself “getting there”…YES! Is it such a bad thing…NO! I look forward to the next 25 years, to less cooking, more traveling, being a grammy, more down-time, less stress. With that probably come a few aches and pains, and a higher pharmacy bill! That part stinks, but like my Doctor told me yesterday, “As you get older, your body wears out.”
Darn, that was hard to hear. I’m only 49andcounting (and those of you who know, know what that means), I’m not THAT old. Then I got home and got to thinking…would I drive a car for 50 years? It surely would have to have some pretty major care and work done to it. Possibly even an overhaul. With all that, it becomes…A Classic! Oh, what a great thought…I’m a classic!
Might take a few extra meds, or even a hip replacement along the way…but I’m darn lucky no one “traded me in”! Life is good, and I’m a Camero!