The Joy of Getting Older

Is it a joy, getting older. It depends on your outlook actually. Bette Davis said that ‘aging isn’t for sissys’ and she was absolutely right. I never felt old at all, still don’t but occasionally one or both of my sons will refer to me as an ‘awl wan’ and I suppose I am.

Menopause forced me to face my age, my body was going to change whether I liked it or not. Menopause forced me into stretchy jeans and porn star size bras. I can no longer stand with my hands on my waist as that decided to make a hasty exit when menopause arrived.

But I really knew I was old when in a Parisian shopping centre with my brother-in-law and he, within seconds of arriving confirmed both the wi-fi codes and the location of bathrooms. The two most important things that a 50 something woman needs to know. As a result I can tell you the location of toilets and restrooms  in every shop and shopping centre in Dublin.  I can’t remember a phone number but I can tell you which restaurant and coffee shop has free wi-fi.

 

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But as my body changes so does my mind and my attitude to life. I weep for the woman I was for the life I had and the attitudes I endured, the attitudes and opinions I had of myself.

It seems with age I’ve a grown pair of balls. Apologies for my crudeness but there you have it. Not only did the feral facial hair kick in but I also gained an attitude that and it’s wonderful not only do I utter the word ‘No’ but sometimes I actually enjoy saying it. I also enjoy the reaction of people who are used to me always saying yes. It’s wrong I know to enjoy others shock and horror, but I love it.

With age I have found joy in small things, like lip powder, which I have only just this week discovered, I’ve had a sudden bout of enthusiasm for it. I’ve found joy in learning how to ‘burlesque’ the truth is I have absolutely no rhythm but did I care about that, no, not a jot. Also,  I could have been arrested for aggravated encouragement of other women ‘Burlesquing’ I’m of the opinion everyone should try it. But I wouldn’t have tried it or laughed about or  even enjoyed it as much as I did,  if I’d been a younger woman. It’s unfortunate be that’s how I was and I’m happy that it’s over and I’m older…

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I’ve traded my once slim waist for my larger fuller boobs. (A good bra fitting is essential)

I’ve traded my full eyebrows for chin hair.  (Always have a tweezers close to hand, for the chin hair you understand)

I’ve traded my once pert arse for a buddha belly. (lycra works wonders with a belly)

I’ve traded my thick black hair for grey infused hair. (Loreal do a wide selection of hair colours)

I’ve traded my shy awkward self for a not so shy,  positively chatty self. (Talk to a stranger, I love chatting with strangers)

I’ve traded my inferiority complex for a very irritating self-confidence. ( I am now irritatingly confident) I now make YouTube videos..

I’ve traded my silky mini knickers for massive up to the boobs comfy cotton drawers. (Not only have I upgraded to massive drawers I showed the world my Knicker draw on YouTube)

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Getting older is not easy but neither is it all bad. One reaches a point where youth meets maturity and its perfect harmony. This lasts all of 55 minutes and then you realise that your body is falling apart but not a jot do you give.

The Joy of Getting Older

 

 

4 Comments

  1. Not only do I say “No”, but I usually say “fuck, no” (excuse the naughty language …. another “old gal” thing)

    I talk to strangers in the elevator. EVERY. DAY.

    Billy-Goat-Gruff chin hair and fuzzy face ………. where the “EFF” did all that FUR come from??? LOL

    My jeans no longer have zippers — I only wear Jeggings.

    I’ve never worn anything other than “granny panties” so that wasn’t a big hurdle.

    And I give not one rat’s ass what anyone thinks of me. Not even my Ma.

    What a great post today! Loved it 🙂

    1. It’s great isn’t it.. could care less what people think anymore..
      The chin hair.. mine grows over night.. I don’t get it..

      I’m so happy you enjoyed it..
      thanks for reading..
      Denise

    2. Thanks Denise — those chin hairs seem to be so long and tough that they must be attached to the back of my head …. good grief!

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