I have no problem with my age, or a fear of getting older.
I’m thirty seven. Forty does not scare me. Fifty doesn’t either.
However, there is something that I am not enjoying about the aging process, and that is the fact that my body is definitely not a spry as it once was. I tweaked my back somehow. I’m not quite sure how, but late morning today, I realized that my low back was bothering me.
It’s now 8 p.m., and I am in a fair amount of pain. Getting the kids to bed was a bit of an ordeal, and I almost couldn’t vault over the gates at the doors of the boys’ rooms. I am presently typing this post while lying flat on my back on a heating pad, with four ibuprofen recently taken. And still, no idea how I caused this or what made it flare so badly.
At what point did I go from being able to shake off these little things to having them blow up in the course of a few hours???
I’m going to lie here quietly and think about all of the wisdom I’ve gained through the years and all of the advantages of aging. Perhaps that will take my mind off of the throbbing in my back.