The other day, when the cyber-bullies got my computer and it crashed irretrievably, the negative self-talk started almost immediately. You old buffoon, I thought. How could you not see it? You're getting old!
Then my mindset suddenly changed.
Well, of course, I am getting old, I told myself. It's part of the whole deal. We all get older with each minute. (Wow! That sounds all downer-like and stuff, doesn't it?) But I didn't think of it in that way.
Like Faye Zurcher says in this Minot Daily News story, it's not so bad because the older you get, the less people expect of you.
Or maybe we expect a little less from ourselves.
At least that's what I think is happening to me. Maybe it has to do with the fact that you realize you are getting older and you can't be expected to juggle as many balls as you could when you were 25.
Or maybe it's self-acceptance; the thought that, maybe, just maybe, you are okay, just the way you are. You don't have to be like somebody else to be somebody. And that maybe all this time the only one you've been trying to prove yourself to, is yourself. And you're finally satisfied with the results.
If that's what it means to get older, I'm looking forward to the rest of the ride.
Plus the extra nap time!
Dawn
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