A Change in Me

Greetings Faithful Readers,

Everyone is getting older. Even me. I lived like a bulletproof Peter Pan for a long time but I am starting to realize that my body is changing. My ankles sound like popcorn as I walk up the stairs... I'm starting to notice that my skin looks less like cream and more like that hard skin-like film that appears on properly chilled Jello pudding. Things are starting to change.

This made my last trip to the doctor a bit more stressful. As I sat in the room waiting for my yearly checkup, I noticed a few things about myself. My heart was beating just a little harder. I started to read those pamphlets about Osteoporosis and heart health with an increased sense of interest. The copy of AARP Today had some very interesting articles about "What to do at 40"...and I read them. Life sure is different at 36 than it was at 26.

Now I know that those of you that are older than I am are probably thinking that I am just some whiny baby..."He's still so young" you might be saying to yourself. But let me ask you this...wasn't there a time in your life when you realized that you weren't a young adult anymore? It hit me the other day...

I have been giving advice to young adults for awhile...I thought it was as their peer...what I realize now is that they are trying to glean from my experiences from the PAST. I was one...I'm not one anymore. Young adulthood left when I sold off my Nirvana CD and picked up Enya. I think differently now. I act differently now... I kinda like it.

Age may bring a different feeling at the doctor's office...but I wouldn't change the benefits of its wisdom for all the dots on a Pac-Mac screen.

BV