Dear Quiet

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I was watching a video the other day about growing old. It was two interviews with two older women. They talked about what they missed about being young (or what they noticed as they grew older).

They both said men didn’t pay them as much attention. The comments feared the same: that men wouldn’t find them attractive. It was the biggest fear I saw expressed.

As someone entering her forties, who now needs bifocals to knit and read, let me tell you what I fear:

I fear losing my physical capabilities.

I already had to let go of my hobby of beading jewelry, due to my eyesight. I had stopped for only a couple of years because beads and a toddler don’t mix!

Then, when I went to pick the hobby back up… I couldn’t see. It was shocking to me.

Then I thought of my mother. She suffered from terrible arthritis. Osteoarthritis, to be exact. And I thought… will I have to stop playing guitar also? Will I have to stop typing on my blog when I get older…?

THAT is what I fear. Not whether Tito or Bryce or Jayden are still psst, psst, psst’ing at me to try to flirt with me, but I do fear losing my physical health.

So! I work out. My favorite physical exercises are to walk, dance, go up and down the stairs a few dozen times (yes, this is good exercise!!), and basically everything except running.

I do it because it keeps me healthy. I do it because I still can. I move and exercise because I’d like to be as healthy as possible as I grow older.

Thank you for reading.

Take care,
Dear Quiet

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