I’m on the lookout for blogs and websites that deal with issues common to folks at midlife and beyond. Time Goes By declares no religious affiliation, and I’m guessing that some articles and links are more political than we ever become on Days of Deepening Friendship. However, I invite you to take a look and use what’s helpful.
What Is It Like to Be Old? from Time Goes By
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growing older to me is a peaceful time, a time
of reflection.
not a bad thing at all.
Hi Vinita,
Am trying to send you a 45 second video that I just made which you might be interested in re today’s topic of what it’s like to be old. How can I upload it to you as I can’t seem to find a suitable link? Or send me your e-mail address (mine is on this comment!!).
Cheers – John
What a wonderful endeavor. I will be very interested to see where this takes you(and your readers)
As a former home care nurse to (mostly ) elderly people, I was always interested in what it felt like to be old. Now I’m there, chronologically. At first I resisted thinking of myself as old but then came acceptance and a certain joy , unknown before. Also, as one who is blogging my way through the adventure of aging, I love looking at how other old folks express themselves in cyberspace. There are more older bloggers than one would imagine and that is very exciting, I think!
I am old and enjoy it. Since my fifties I have seen myself as old, now am approaching my 80th birthday, enjoy living but seldom leave my house. My children look in om me, bring their own kids and it is fun.
On the spiritual side i have time for prayer…
My grandmother reached 101, her greatX3 grandmother reached 113, the previous tenant in my home reached 102. I never knew the greatX3 (I’m not quite that antique) but I sure heard the other ones yell whenever someone tried to mention getting old. Everyone seems to be pushing seniors right off the map first by telling them to accept their aging (an older relative told me I ” … have to get SOMETHING” (some form of illness or infirmity) which she accepts as a ritual of turning 50 or 70 or something I guess, maybe those fitness gurus know something after all because I sure never bought into any of the relative’s nonsense), and then they push further by telling us to slow down and walk when we could run with the horses. How about maybe we hearken back to my nursing days and encourage elders to do as much as they can without our ever present overhelpflness!
Ah there now I raised my heart rate to 70!