This revelation has come as a bit of a shock to me. I am
getting older.
NOOOOOO!
Contrary to my
beliefs, I am getting to the point where I can’t do everything I used to be
able to do. Imagine that! Can anyone else relate?
Over the years, I have had my family hint to me that I am
getting older and that I might want to consider downsizing, aka moving out of
the family home into something more practical. This would eliminate the need
for mowing the grass, heating and cooling the house, house repairs, etc. For
those who know me, this is NOT an easy task for my family to achieve. I can be
VERY stubborn and bullheaded. “I can do
this.” “No, I don’t need help, but thank you anyway” the list of denials goes
on and on.
When I was little, I was never told that I couldn’t do
something I wanted to do or at least try to do. I believe that this has a lot
to do with me being the way I am now. Very independent. Although I lived at
home with my parents all my life until they passed away, I have always been
free to do pretty much what I wanted.
I drive, I used to work, I can cook, clean
(sometimes), do yard work (sometimes) etc. But, I’m getting off track.
The whole idea of me moving out of
the only home I’ve ever known has me freaking out to an extent ‘cause it is
something that I have never had to face. I have a tendency to dwell on the what
ifs. I really need to stop that and just have faith that things will work out.
Things might not go the way I want them to go, but they will go regardless.
Last night, I took the
first step toward dealing with this next phase of my life by getting an
application for an apartment building geared for the disabled near me. This will not happen
overnight, so I will have time to come to terms with it gradually. So, onward I
go!
LOVE ya, unca!
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