After 30, a body has a mind of its own. – Bette Midler
Aging My Way
As a 30-year-old editor, I would have changed that to read: After 30, a mind has a body of its own. But as an 86-year-old editor, the only change I would make to Bette’s quote would be to change 30 to 70.
Accurate, or not by medical standards, my body and my mind felt most alive and healthy when I was between the ages of 40 and 60, perhaps because those were the years when I was most active – both physically and mentally. I was quite a late bloomer in all departments.
My body continued to mostly behave itself until I hit my 70s. By the 80s, however, all I can say about my body is it’s in the toilet, which makes me want to repeat, at least a dozen times, my favorite word: Shit!
But life goes on. That’s how the cookie crumbles.
Pat Bean is a retired award-winning journalist who lives in Tucson with her canine companion Scamp. She is an avid reader whose mind is always asking questions (many of which are unanswerable), an enthusiastic birder, staff writer for Story Circle Network’s Journal, author of Travels with Maggie available on Amazon (Free on Kindle Unlimited), and is always searching for life’s silver lining. She also believes one is never too old to chase a dream.
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My friend, a bit older than me, says we are gradually wearing out. We lose bits and gain artificial parts. You meet up for coffee morning and realise nobody else is there, medical mishaps and medical appointments. Some are no longer mobile, the rest of us keep on the move, because if you keep moving, you keep moving. But I do realise there comes a time when you stop moving.
The good thing is it’s better than the alternative. And thank goodness I’m still moving. Thanks for commenting.