It's a slow and lazy Sunday morning. Slow because of how long it seems to take my body these days to stretch out all of the kinks and weird pains that seem to come from nowhere. I need a hefty shot of caffeine before my brain can engage. Welcome to the 50's!
I'm in my fiftieth year, which does not officially end until the tail end of December. I have been preparing to enter the next decade for the last few years; learning to say my age without wincing, and repeating the mantra, "you look damn good for your age."
When I got back into teaching after a 16 year hiatus, it was a slight shock to realize I was no longer one of the "young ones." Working with a staff of very young women (think fresh out of college), and a boss ten years my junior has an eye-opener, but also a blessing.
I have had to catch up on the newest trends in teaching, yet I do not feel the same pressure to "prove myself" that I had in my 20's. I am often the person that my boss has looked to for advice and support as we muddled through our first year.
But being older isn't the same as being old. I have continued to grow; to challenge myself to learn new things. I'm learning to accept my physical limitations and some mental ones too!
I am determined to age gracefully, but I refuse to grow old.
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