Y is for Youth
I must have chosen this topic when I was much younger, because now I’m not certain I have the energy to cover it. Before age 21-25, time crawls. You can never get old enough fast enough. If only you could be at this point (specifically, some point in the future) in your life, things would be great. After around 25, time accelerates, and you never have enough time to do what you want and need to do. That’s fine. Your body (unless your body has rebelled or not cooperated before this time, and you have had to fight it your entire life, for which you have my sympathy) still allows you to think you’ll be able to do everything for a long, long time.
Then comes the time when your body puts a stop payment on the checks you try to get it to cash. This is one area where I’ve found a need to develop “Understanding.” There was a time when I could be lying on the floor and actually jump to a standing position. I did not understand why other people couldn’t do it. Now, if I have somehow made it onto the floor without breaking a bone or tearing a tendon, achieving a standing position is time consuming and painful. If you’ve seen a toddler try to stand, it’s kind of like that, but much more slowly and with a lot more pain. On a bright note, it usually involves achieving the yoga position known as “Downward Facing Dog” before walking myself up to a standing position. If this made you laugh because you haven’t found yourself in this situation yet, your time is coming. Maybe not until long after you’re fifty, but you will experience this at some point in your life. If you’ve been there, you know what I mean. (As an aside, my husband is 75 and he doesn’t have much trouble at all with getting up from or down to the floor. He’s not as zippy as I once was, but he make me look glacial.)
Gathering cats to put them in carriers is no fun at all. Especially when one or more cats decides to locate under a piece of furniture. With us shuttling between Central Texas and San Antonio one or more times a month, this exercise in hide and seek gets old fast.
For all the benefits of youth, I have no desire to be young again, even as enticing as the ability to move my body sounds. My body was probably in it’s best shape when I was 25-28 years old. That also corresponds to some of the worst years of my life.
I can relate to this.
Here I was in awe of how easily your knees seem to let you move. But, yes, I know you have other areas that give you trouble.