Thanks to Bookalicious Pam http://bookalicio.us/ for the prompt. She recently tweeted, “What is middle age?”
Wow. What IS middle age? Am I there yet?
Looking at longevity stats for Western countries, life expectancy is roughly 80-85. Depending on sooo many factors.
So midlife begins at 40?
I did not feel middle-aged at 40. No. Forty seems young from here.
Now that I’m coming up on 55, yes, I do feel middle-aged, although as I joke in my heading, only if I live to be 108. Not counting on it.
In writing this blog over the past year, I have come to better terms with my own aging. Despite my whining and gnashing of teeth.
A few downsides: I’m having a realllyy rough menopause, in case this is your first time here. Holy cannoli—let’s leave it at that—I am so tired of menopause that even I, a menopause princess, am momentarily sick of talking about it.
Why does my health come to mind first of all when I consider my middle-agedom?
Health is not everything, but it is A LOT. If you have good health, little brothers and sisters, do not squander it or take it for granted.
I get migraines, have had some heart rhythm problems, and ridiculously, stubbornly high cholesterol. A few aches and pains. Not bad, all in all, but in middle-age, there can be that nagging question, even for the relatively healthy—what’s the next health problem?
As for the vanity stuff: my body has been rearranging itself, my neck is squishy, I would like to be more fit, but I can walk for an hour without tiring and climb steps easily in our three story house. My skin is paying for having spent years working outside in the southern sun. Too late to change that now.
I have a good husband who loves me, saggy bits and all. He tells me I’m pretty. He doesn’t wear his glasses much, and that is A-OK with me.
I have a Mom who is my friend, and at 82 is in reasonably good health and I see her often. We take walks together.
I have some siblings who I love, and a few I even get along with.
I have friends. Some of my best friends I have not met in person, but that doesn’t matter.
I have a job; I like working with the community college students that I teach.
I go to church, but I am pretty private about my faith.
I have learned some life lessons that I didn’t know at forty, late bloomer and slow thinker that I am. Keep your eyes, ears, and hearts open, little grasshoppers, and you will keep learning, too.
One of the most valuable lessons I’ve learned is when to shut-up.
I’m still not sure what middle age is, Bookalicious Pam. But this, where I am now, seems like it to me. It’s a bit hard won for any of us, but it’s okay. Don’t be afraid.
You will still be you when you are middle-aged.