The Pro’s and Con’s of Ageing and the Meaning of Bucket Lists, the never ending list, the ever changing list depending at what stage of life you are at. After listening to an interview on the radio about a chap that took up blogging at a later age, had him reflecting about ageing and what it means to him. What can he still learn, what is he missing out on, what is passing before his very eyes and what is changing, what it means for him.
What he can do now, particularly, with technology that he wouldn’t ever have dreamed of. Or thought he could ever do. He has decided to embrace technology and not let it get the better of him, his father, learnt to use a laptop at 70 and for the last couple of years, runs a CD internet business from his front room dressed in his dressing gown, such is life. If his dad can embrace change then so can he.
Not like my day, who unfortunately refuses to have a mobile or use a self serve checkout. Is he happy, comfortable or just plain frightened.
|Seriously please let these be real, he might just use one then.|
As we all age some differently to others, we have different bucket lists, it really was a story about your own personal bucket list and those changes that you need to make to it. Your bucket list will change from era to era, or you might not have even felt you needed a bucket list, I certainly didn’t and fortunately or unfortunately still don’t. I do wonder though at what I might be missing, bucket lists to me is like goals and I have plenty of those, so I figure I’m covered.
There are things I love about ageing and things I just plain well hate. When I reflect on how some of us feel at different ages, though we probably aren’t self aware, such as littlies can say and do anything as they are not inhibited by rights, wrongs or what others may think of them.
As a teenager, with the help of hormones, the majority of us are concerned with:
- How we look
- What others will think of how we look
- Who’s wearing what
- What we say
- What others think about what we say
- What’s cool and what’s not
Then we progress onto relationships, sustaining relationships, jobs, careers and if we are lucky, a family life. This can take what feels like forever, but unfortunately time passes all to quickly, without us even realising, looking back and wondering where the hell those years went. As you raise your family, some struggle to keep their heads above water, some are more fortunate, there are great moments and sad moments, some live a little and some live a lot.
Now that I am older, and this is the bit I like, we are not so inhibited about what people think of us. Well not me anyway, shameful as it may seem, their are a few exceptions as follows.
I still care about how I look, what I wear, what people will think of me, what comes out of mouth and sometimes you just want to take it back. So I clearly then I haven’t moved on from my teenage years?
However, I now love to be comfortable, with clothes and shoes I find myself reflecting on, am I too old to be wearing that, what will people think, such as these shoes that I have had for about 7 weeks, before I felt brave enough to wear them out.
|Fairy shoes or Michael Jackson shoes?|
Once I wore them out, I was so taken aback with the compliments I received and they were genuine. One girl in particular, asked in earnest where did I get them as she wanted them. Though she did say her boyfriend would ask her how many fairies she killed (because of the glitter) to get them. But that’s okay she says as he also asked her how many Zebra’s she killed for a favourite pair of Zebra stripped pants she has, she just told him to shut up. Like her style.
I have at this age, renewed confidence in standing up in front of a crowd, presenting, where when I was younger, the very thought would have terrified me, now I close my eyes and think stuff it, flail or fail, at least I had a go. See, that is for me what I love about maybe not so much as ageing but about maturing, being self aware, having renewed confidence, that is probably something that I would have on my bucket list or is it, was it one of my goals.
The good and the bad on my ageing:
- I do like that when I put my face on in the morning, I look in the mirror and think, okay I am ready to face the world
- Till that is, I see a photo of myself and think quietly who the hell was I kidding, way more wrinkles than I thought was humanly possible for me to have
- Oh well, never mind lets just roll with it
- I love that I can challenge myself and believe I will get there
- I hate it when I feel I fail
- I love that I can walk 4kms most days and feel great afterwards
- I hate when my injuries, creaks and pains hold me back
- That I don’t recover as once I would have
- I love that I don’t feel guilty about having a nana nap
- I hate that I need one, but no longer feel guilty
- I love that when a friend rings up and asks what I am doing that I can say I had a nananap and that they can relate.
- I love that I can talk to people and hear their stories
- I love that they feel they can share their stories with me