Microblog Mondays: Growing Old(er)

Our dear Mel over at Stirrup Queens has begun a blog phenomenon... as she frequently does. 

Microblog Mondays. Writing in your own space. Something short and sweet. But it's meant to take back our bloggy space and call it our own. I am going to try to do this periodically. Life's hectic. So we'll see how long this lasts.

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This past weekend I was tied up with a number of rather 'domestic' things. Some baking. Some cooking. Lots of laundry (as usual). Some cleaning. Moving furniture. Disassembling and reassembling a table and a queen-sized bed. Some sewing. Some blogging (for a church initiative). Even writing and distributing a newsletter.

And as I'm doing all these things, I find the arthritis in my fingers acts up now and then. Or it's harder than it used to be to move the queen-sized mattress (yes, by myself... but just pulling it over the wood floor). And you know something? I needed my reading glasses to thread the needle for my sewing projects and to pick out the individual threads in the material. READING GLASSES people?!!! I'm not even 45 yet!

I realize I'm getting older and yet, I still think of myself as the insecure 16-year old who hides in the bathroom during lunch. I don't know if I've really "grown up" or if I'm just growing old.

Hubby and I have about 15-20 years to retirement. We are planning for that already. But I always wonder about how good my health will be when I get there. I had WLS last year to try to give me a leg up so my health is better into my old age.

But you just never know.

Case in point: a colleague/girlfriend. Two weeks before her retirement, she lost her brother suddenly. One week (to the day) after that, she had a heart attack. She survived (thank God!) but now realizes that she needs to take better care of herself to enjoy her retirement and to LIVE to be here for her family. Please heavens, I can do my utmost now to ensure my good health when I retire. Because I have plans and I have no intention of letting time or other factors take those plans away from me. (I know, I know. Wanna make God laugh? Tell him your plans for the future.)

Fingers crossed for these plans to come to fruition. Growing old(er) sucks. :(