Do you remember the last time you felt energized and motivated to take the stairs two at time? I don’t. I also don’t remember when my knees began to creak and complain. Suddenly all kinds of people I know are having knee surgery, back surgery, MRIs, procedures I can’t spell or pronounce. The only thing we share in common is we’re all baby boomers. It chilled me into waking up. We’re aging. There, I said it. I’m expecting to age but wasn’t that supposed to be twenty years from now? Acceptance of what is is helps but not blind drinking the Kool Aid acceptance. One day you fall and you can’t get up. One day you’re in stilettos and then it’s sensible shoes. One day you read the style section and then you’re reading obituaries. No, I’ll resist a little longer but I confess I’m reading obituaries now like my mother does. We’re both happy to see so many kicking past 100.
When I made the photo quote, I felt optimistic and rah rah but as I thought about that day and the many stairs I climbed, reality reared its head and stuck its tongue out. There was no denying the truth. The urge to hold a handrail tighter. The heaviness in my lungs sighed, take it easy. Take your time and enjoy the view. There’s nothing to prove. So, I’m babying my knees, nurturing the changing body with kindness and an occasional fist shaking at the gods to fuck off.