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The older I get…well, I’d like to think I get wiser.
Not like Yoda-wise, but I think all women can attest to the fact that, as they age, their intuition sharpens and their self-confidence rises. Yes, we may be “sagging” in places, but I am pretty sure that the heart of a Tigress still beats in every woman from age 51 to 101. Here are some my other The Older I Get Observances.
The Older I Get
The Older I Get…the more dangerous sneezing becomes. I used to think yawning and hiccupping at the same time could Mess.me.UP, but as my age climbs the simple act of sneezing creates a chain of unfortunate events that no one within 30 feet of me wants to witness. I can only assume this will get worse as I age so I pray someone comes up with a product for us aging moms this is not unlike the sealant for leaky tires. Can I get an Amen?
The Older I Get…the less trusting and more sage I become. You know that poor fellow you witnessed digging for aluminum can in the rash? Well, I saw him too and my heart broke for him as well. As much as I wanted to help him, my aged mom wisdom/ paranoia kicked in and I could not shake the feeling that, underneath his dusty exterior, lurks a crazed-serial-killer-creepy-clown guy looking to use remnants of me and my family for lampshades or whatnot. The protective Mama Bear in me takes center stage for now. NOTE: This is not an absence of empathy. More on that in a minute.
The Older I Get… the less patience I have for stupidity.
The Older I Get… the less patience I have for pettiness.
The Older I Get… the less time I am willing to devote to needy, toxic or high/maintenance friends. The Wise Women who form my Posse now are all ladies who have been in the trenches with me. These are the gals who, if I asked them to ride through the gates of hell with me armed only with squirts guns, would mount up without hesitation.
The Older I Get…the less worried I am about what others think of me. It’s none of my business what other’s think about me. AND I don’t have time to dwell on that because, The Older I Get, the busier I am being awesome and building my empire.
The Older I Get...the more empathy I have. The suspicion for the crazy-trash-guy is still there, but I want to know…really know, how he got to where he is now in life.
The Older I Get…the deeper my yearning for discovering gets. I want to walk closer with God and have deeper relationships with those who mean the most to me. Like I mentioned in my Roots, Wings and Feeding my Soul post, I don’t want to “skim” through life isn’t good enough anymore. Being a human is terminal. I want to cherish every drop of every day.
“Are you skimming the surface of your life, or are you digging into the strong, rich material that makes you, you? “~Suzi Banks Baum
What words of wisdom do you want to share?
Bernice Rohde says
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Becky!
Great Article. Love your spirit, always have.
Rebecca Flansburg says
So nice to hear from you B.C.! Miss you!