Okay. Why this blog? The heart and subject of the blog is inevitable aging. The serendipitous gift of the blog is choice. So what do we have? Aging and choice.
Aging, noun, 1) the process of growing old. 2) Adjective, of a thing reaching the end of useful life. Obsolescent.
That doesn’t sound like a lot of happiness, does it!
Choice, noun, 1) an act of choosing or deciding between two or more possibilities. The power over deciding the outcome.
Now we’re talking.
What are your impressions of aging? When I was in my twenties and thirties, I thought the milestone sixty was definitely “elderly.” Now at seventy two, when a novel refers to an elderly woman of sixty, I’m amazed and a little miffed. Currently I live in an “active adult” community with separate homes, filled with separate singles or couples, with separate interests and separate histories with one singular restriction. They must be adults over 55.
Within this community there are groups interested in golf, horseshoes, shuffleboard, bocce ball, tennis, swimming, bike rides, ceramics, art, theater, chorus, dancing, reading, working out, walking, yoga, tai chi, shopping, cards, parties, luncheons, charities, computer, movies, veterans, cooking, and the list goes on. They all have a choice in what they would like to do or even if they want to live here.
Our ages range from 55 to 100+. We have folks who are grumpy, cheery, funny, irritated, sad, vibrant and helpful. Having said that, there isn’t anyone in the community who hasn’t had illness, injury, or loss touch our lives. It’s the inevitable part. The one gift we have in common is choice. The choice is how to deal with our circumstances. To choose to stay positive about whatever phase or place we find ourselves. A choice about how we age? That works!
Come along with us as we discuss Richly Aged…and loving life!