What is it with responsibility anyway? Bills, kids, cars, pets, parents, work, family….need I go on? Let’s face it, even if we didn’t have any of the above, we still are responsible for ourselves. It never ends.
There are days when I just want to throw my hands in the air and yell, “JENGA!” Because I sometimes feel things are falling apart right before my eyes.
And what the heck is up with my hair? This aging thing has got to go. Suddenly my hair has decided to lack volume, thin out and lose its shape. And I swear I see a few gray hairs, but it could be the lighting….Lord knows I can’t keep pulling them out or I will be bald. Maybe that’s why my hair is so thin? And the time it takes to make it right is just too much, like dial up internet access. Product and time overload. I don’t even dare leave the house doing something with it.
All this leads to responsibility. Even on ourselves. Aging requires maintenance. Just like a car, except instead of changing the oil, I’m changing my eating habits. Instead of conditioning the leather seats, I’m conditioning my ever so drying, sun-leathered skin. Instead of fueling with gas, I’m fueling with water.
What the heck.
I used to sleep in until 1 or 2 in the afternoon. Now? I’m lucky if I sleep until 4 am. Heck, I’m lucky if I sleep all night. And the 7 pm bedtime is the new 10 pm.
I will age gracefully dang it, responsibility or not. My age and body WILL look good and it WILL like it. And in the meantime, I will enjoy the little things in life and find quirky, fun no matter what age I’m at!