DAY 12, MAY 13, 2018
Happy Mother’s Day
Well You know you make me wanna (Shout)
Kick my heels up and (Shout)
Throw my hands up and (Shout)
Throw my head back and (Shout)
Come on now (Shout)
The Isley Brothers 1959
I find there are several types of people in mid-life and beyond. There are the “Kickers and Screamers” who are going into middle age and beyond, kicking and screaming. They are trying to kick age in the ass. I love them and their tenacity towards maintaining a more youthful, healthy lifestyle. I envy their commitment towards fitness and their suntanned calf muscles.
There are those I am calling “Mall Walkers,” it’s a thing. They are going with the day to day flow accepting that their bodies are changing. They are just trying to eat well, take walks with friends and perhaps get in a round of golf a couple times a month. Give it a try some time, you can pick out an outfit from the window displays for your cousin’s third marriage and get exercise at the same time.
And the “Med Spa” group, who maintain their bodies with healthy eating habits, lunch with girlfriends (a salad of course), a few Martini’s, and visits to the med spa. You will know you are with them; you will feel a bit pallid.
Of course there are those who simply don’t think much about aging, the “Care Nots” who aren’t going to go to the gym four days a week, eat Kale, drink veggie smoothies, walk in shopping malls or have needles stuck in their faces. They are going to carry on until their bodies decide they are not. They are not trying to change fate. They are somewhere between having a soft middle and not having any discernable middle at all. They are mostly happy.
Personally, I am all of the above; that is to say I kick a bit, walk a bit, fill a bit, and care a bit. That is not who I have always been. I have walked a few malls. I have visited the occasional med spa and sometimes I have not cared. This blog has the mammoth task of finding the best me. What can I do in 60 days that will change the rest of my life? Today, join me as I lay in my hammock, reading a novel, all things I love but perhaps are not life changing. It was hot, had to call it quits after a couple hours this morning but still enjoyed the time.
As I rest in my hammock, listening to the birds chirp, the flutter of hummingbird wings, the distant sound of air and auto traffic, a dogs bark, and the occasional rustling of leaves, I realize how wonderful the simple things are. What are the simple things making you smile?