Missing Information

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Fresh from sleep, before daily thoughts and duties influence my mood, is when I enjoy writing. When I’m connected with my true feelings and creativity seems to flow.

When a crazy nightmare gets me out of bed earlier than usual, I can shift that energy and spin the heavy thoughts into interesting post topics. Those mornings can be very productive, but health wise I’m glad they’re not a regular occurrence.

For me, writing is therapeutic. Putting thoughts down on paper often brings clarity to issues.

Blogs are great platforms to share lessons, hints about life or interests, or inspiring stories.

I wish everything I posted was upbeat and made people smile, but that wouldn’t honor the “life as it comes” part of this blog. I do sensor my subjects though. Tucked deep in my iPad are drafts that will likely never get published. The stories I regard as too sad or the subject is too sensitive to share.

Does January have power over us like people suggest? Is it more depressing than other months? I’m not sure about all that, but it seems to make me contemplate life. Here’s where my heart and thoughts recently visited.

Retirement isn’t for the weak. No, that’s not quite right, aging isn’t for the weak. I don’t mean in the physical sense. I’m sure this statement and my following explanation is thought about by many, realized by most, but is seldom spoken out loud.

My fingers have already paused periodically over the keyboard, debating if I should continue, but here goes.

Have you ever watched or seen a retirement condo advertisement. The lifestyle they flaunt looks grand. They boast about gatherings and activities. Sometimes they have me comparing them to child summer camps. Of course, there’s no large bunk-bed quarters, shared washroom facilities, and usually no chaperones. (Not that I’ve been to summer camp, but I’ve seen them on TV.)

The lake development where Mister and I live isn’t a retirement or even a restricted adult park. There are plenty of young people and families who own places here. We love it, and we love the friends we have made. The majority of the time, life is grand.

The thing is many full time residents are, I hate using the word but, older. So, back to what you don’t see mentioned in commercials or pamphlets about places with an aging population.

Using a well-known cliché reality can sure, “take the wind out of your sails.” I’m not naïve, I know it’s our destiny and that bad things can also happen at any age. But, seeing an ambulance with lights flashing visit the park always sets a bad feeling. No one told me about the high exposure to sicknesses, diagnosed diseases and worse that comes with aging and sometimes where we live.

Emotional strength is needed and tested far too often as our circle of friends decreases. Smiling and staying positivity is sometimes the most difficult thing to do in a day.

So there you have it, the not so rosy part of aging. What do I hope this post accomplishes? I hope it reminds us to appreciate every waking day we and our loved one’s have.

On a lighter note something else I was never warned about that also happens regularly in retirement is, how hard it can be to figure out what day of the week it is. This makes us seem like we’re losing our marbles, but honestly it just doesn’t hold as much importance. Smiley face.

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19 thoughts on “Missing Information

  1. Growing older presents a whole new set of challenges that too often take us by surprise. And the frequent deaths of friends and family is one of the most difficult, I think. Thanks for reminding us that life is both precious and short, and that we need to live it as fully as we can!

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  2. My fav time for blogging here in Australia is 6am-9am, which means I do it sitting up in bed with a pot of peppermint tea (all you Americans are up and about it seems).

    Ageing sux! Except for all the wonderful wisdom, freedom, and clarity that comes with it hey? *sighs

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  3. Aging isn’t for sissies! We live in a mixed community but it wouldn’t matter. We don’t see our neighbors much at all. The kids are chauffeured to “things” and are rarely outside. Adults too! No one (except us) does their own lawn or outdoor work. The only people I see are the dog walkers and most of them are men. It’s a strange new world!

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  4. i do have trouble with the “what day of the week is it” issue since we stopped using a daily alarm clock. I am still enjoying not needing to know all the time, which day it is, but I know that will wear off and one day it will be a test used by a doctor for a diagnosis. Scary!

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  5. Aging and seeing others getting older isn’t always easy. We have young and old in our neighborhood. Births and deaths. Ambulances for elder falls and crashed bikes. Lots of good and enough bad to make you think.

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  6. It can be hard to witness aging… our own or someone else’s… especially when they are not that much older than we are. I wrote recently about a neighbor who is showing signs of dementia, and how – in addition to being very concerned for her – we all can’t help but cross our fingers that we won’t be in the same boat in a few years. I usually am in full denial about my aging, but it’s hard to keep my head in the sand when it’s all around me (and, like you, we don’t live in a retirement community, there are just a lot of retirees on out block). Thank you for a very realistic post.

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