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I was joking with my work daughter yesterday about the advantages of getting older. Some of them include, in no particular order:
But on the upside, I can now use my calves as a road map of the USA. Grr.
It's pretty much gone. I can't remember where my phone or glasses are, what time I scheduled my next doctor's appointment or what day of the week it is? #SadButTrue
By now, I have only two states of being: hotter than the surface of the sun or colder than if I lived in the flipping Frozen Tundra. Which would actually be awesome during those hot flashes, Capsice?
My body shuts down as soon as it becomes idle. Which isn't often. However, it only remains dormant for short spurts; average hours of consecutive sleep after age 45? Three, thanks very much. Basically, my always-working-overtime noggin will only allow sleep when I'm over-exhausted and even then, that rooster crowing inside my brain gets me up by 4:30AM every day, yo.
Oh sure, my hearing is likely depleted, as well, courtesy of all those '80s hair bands but these days. But, whether it's a prescription bottle, a street sign or the hand in front of my face I'm trying to see, I need my stupid bifocals, period. Hmpf.
Ah, the joys of aging.
Your hair is gray or thinning or both. Your frame is flabby. You can't run or jump or kneel or even sit for very long without a new pain popping up every other day or so. You throw your neck and back out of whack simply by answering the phone. Your skin is dry and flaky and wrinkled and covered in brown splotches.
But the two greatest things about being old are:
#1 - Your memory won't fail in recalling what matters most...faith, family and friends. Those never slip your mind.
#2 - As far as perfect vision; you see more clearly than ever before how precious a gift life is and how insignificant trivial issues are in this great big, beautiful world.
Growing old is a gift not granted to all --- be thankful for it.
Besides, we can sleep when we're dead, right? #LifeIsABlessingAtEveryAge
Ps 51:12a, 14a A clean heart create for me, O God; give me back the joy of your salvation. Gospel Jn 5:1-16 There was a feast of the Jews, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. Now there is in Jerusalem at the Sheep Gate a pool called in Hebrew Bethesda, with five porticoes. In these lay a large number of ill, blind, lame, and crippled. One man was there who had been ill for thirty-eight years. When Jesus saw him lying there and knew that he had been ill for a long time, he said to him, "Do you want to be well?" The sick man answered him, "Sir, I have no one to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up; while I am on my way, someone else gets down there before me." Jesus said to him, "Rise, take up your mat, and walk." Immediately the man became well, took up his mat, and walked..."