Aging well is definitely an elegant concept.
“Oh, I’m too old for that “.
Spoken by someone 80?
Spoken by a young man. He was too old to learn to snowboard.
So often aging fosters an ageism attitude against living life in crescendo.
It creates the perspective that there is a ‘proper’ age for pursuing a life pleasure.
Even a simple life pleasure.
Like pierced ears.
Unlike babies today who get theirs pierced at six months, I had gotten mine done at the age of twelve. As so often happens (apparently), the holes kept closing up, as I stopped wearing them while caring for my young sons. Glittering gold in a mother’s ears tempts babies to touch and to pull.
When I occasionally attempted to wear pierced earrings, each time I painfully re-pierced them. Finally, I gave up…
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