I think it’s funny that when we read the word “aging” we picture older people. Maybe you think of your parents who are in their 70’s or 80’s. But really, we are all aging. Babies, kindergartners, 30 somethings. All of us who are alive–we are aging.
What’s the big deal? Even more importantly, what’s the alternative?
As I age beyond 50, I see many benefits. Sure, there’s the drawback of not being able to as quickly recall names or past events. The drawback of seeing little gray hairs sprouting in my eyebrows and along my hairline. The drawback of more aches and pains and possibly some arthritis.
However, if I knew 20 years ago what I know now about how edging closer to senior citizen status would feel for my spirit, I wouldn’t have dreaded it.
Because I’m 53:
I have a lot of funny stories about mistakes I made when I was younger. You know, the shit I survived.
I am much better at self-care because I have developed more self-respect.
I communicate more directly, as I now know that it’s better in the long run if I ask what may be perceived as a stupid question instead of assuming the answer and acting upon that assumption.
I am less fearful of failure.
I am more accepting of my personal faults.
I am more willing to ask for help; not seeing it any longer as a sign of weakness, but rather an acknowledgment that what I’m trying to achieve is more likely to become reality if I enlist the help of the right people at the right time.
I’m more accepting of my limitations and more comfortable saying “no” or taking a break from an activity that is stressing me out.
Those are some monumental benefits, right? I don’t believe in actively fighting the aging process, you see. I believe in embracing it with the right attitude and keeping in mind what the alternative is.
So, fellow upper-middle-agers: what did I miss? What benefits have you experienced from aging?
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