There are so many useful sayings about aging.
“After forty, it’s patch, patch, patch.” (My friend’s mother)
“You spend the first half of your life acquiring things and the next half trying to get rid of them.” (My late mother-in-law)
“Keep moving or you won’t be able to keep moving.” (Anonymous or, more accurately, I can’t remember who told me that)
“You get the same new story every day.” (My friend in early stages of dementia, one of the bravest people I know)
Infused with humor, we age. We may fall and break something, get confused, lose track of where we put things, not remember names, but we experience all this with humor and, I hope, laugh all the way to the finish line.
Aging, I’ve discovered, is also freeing. I don’t care what I look like. I am divesting my possessions (I proudly got rid of my skis and poles and ski boots just yesterday). I am lightening my load and, to be fair, the load of “stuff” my son will have to deal with. Which prompts another saying: “Less is best.” I suspect it’s true at any age.
But, there are downsides and the biggest one for me is shrinking time. “So much to do, so little time.” So I’ll end this piece now and get on with it.