This week’s question:
“If you could choose one thing you can no longer do and suddenly had the strength/time/resources to do once again, what would it be?”
Oh, dear! Regrets. I have had to get rid of regrets in my life. There have been so many turning points that could have led me to easier streets that it is hard not to have them. But I have had to let go. So let’s make this simple.
I found myself writing way too much and scrapped it. It’s hard to choose when you have had to make major adjustments in your life, which I think most of us are now facing. If only we knew! If only we could make younger people understand how fast life changes.
I ran into a younger woman a few years ago who was dressed to the nines. I had to tell her how wonderful her outfit was, even to her shoes. She thanked me and then said, “I love my heels! I gotta have my heels. I’ll be wearing them when I am past your age.” I said, “Only if your feet and knees hold out, but don’t count on it.” Youthful arrogance! Do they think getting old is a choice? I absolutely hate the platitude that goes around Facebook every so often: “You don’t stop dancing because you’re old, you get old because you stop dancing.”
Man, I want to slug whoever posts that!
So, to choose one thing that I have had to give up, I’d have to say walking. Oh, I can walk, but I can’t go on the long day trips we used to do, the trails, the long mall strolls, the museums, zoos amusement parks and other sites, especially any place that has stairs; I simply cannot ‘do’ stairs without taking one at a time and with great discomfort.
I cannot even walk the local park trail which I did so much of when my grandson was in soccer. I wanted to go back to it but my doctor said, “No, you need to be on flat land.” So, when feeling up to it, I can get on my treadmill, but now I understand the man who sold it to me. He said, “I can’t stand to be inside walking. I want to get out and see nature”. Outside, I would keep walking and would push myself a little farther, but inside, a very short time it feels like forever. Of course, my health has changed in the last couple of years.
I try to read with Kindle while on it, I try to listen to audiobooks, but the time still goes by slowly.
Even if I do manage a bit of walking, like when we make a few stops while on trips to Louisville, I pay for it dearly. We make the most of the trips, well, I don’t make as much of it as I once did. Just getting my ‘land legs’ again after I’ve been in the car is a real pain, and not just physically, because now I look like an old lady when I walk.
And I am treated like one.
I don’t mind a little respect, but that doesn’t come often. Once again, a nurse in a doctor’s office came on with my test schedule the other day with a “Here ya go, Sweetheart”. As brightly as I could muster, I countered with a “Why, thank you, Darling!”
She stopped with a nervous laugh.
I may have had to give up my sandals, but haven’t had to give up my dignity. I may have trouble with walking, but not with my wit.