The old saying for Clairol Hair Color “you’re not getting older, you’re getting better”, didn’t make much sense to me when I was in my 20’s. The words older and better just didn’t go together at all. My Grandmother was older and had heart issues and high blood pressure. The guy across the street used a walker, and he was only 58..how’s that better? Even my mother, who was in her 40’s then, would stand in front of the bathroom mirror and pluck her gray hairs out of her head. Obviously that wasn’t better either.
And today, here I am, older. Yes, I get my hair colored and the hearing in my left year is shot. My legs are swollen from standing forever, and bending over to pick stuff up becomes a major decision. But, you know, I think I have gotten better. I’m not as concerned with little things anymore. I appreciate the wrinkles in my face and I am not ashamed to wear my shirts out instead of in. I enjoy my scotch or vodka in the evening and I laugh more freely at stupid stuff and don’t care who hears me groan when I have to pick up heavy things. I take advantage of as many senior discounts, coupons, specials, and parking spots that I can. I can ride the train to New York for 7 bucks on the New Jersey Transit. I get more respect now than I ever did because I’m older. I’m more patient with my kids, my husband, the old guy in the car in front of me who is driving kind of slow. I get it.
I’m happy sitting around with my cats.
I’m happy watching all the episodes of Grace and Frankie all at once.
I’m happy listening to Carol King music.
I’m happy walking in Valley Green.
I’m happy taking the trash out in my pajamas.
I’m happy contemplating retirement.
I’m happy about my future.
I AM getting older and I AM getting better.