Who'da thunk it? Me writing a blog. Well, why not me? I like to write and sometimes it is easier to keyboard than to put a pen to paper. And besides, its easier to read. And I don't always want to write TO someone, as they never write back with the same wordfilled sagas that I dish out. So just to write and not expect feedback is what this little blog will do; allow me to verbalize those angsts that plague me now and again, and get my thoughts on paper where I can rehash them and figure out how I feel about them.
Who am I? I am a fifty something woman, who is closer to sixty than fifty, and who doesn't mind that fact a bit. I am tired. Tired of being young and trying to be and/or have the body I've never had. I read a book recently, called "NO! I don't want to join your Bookclub" and I so identified with the narrator who just totally accepted getting older and its accompanying pitfalls.
I know that relatively speaking, I am still young, compared to the 84 yr old up the road, or the 92 yr old who had a pacemaker inserted the other day. But compared to the new, young and gorgeous crop of nurses that keep appearing at my workplace, I feel (and am) old!
It makes me think of when I was a new nurse, 35 years ago, and I worked with a couple of OLD nurses in the small hospital where I started my career. I wondered why they would still be working at their advanced ages, and they must have been in their early 50's then. And the odd one I have worked with over the years, who could no longer cut it and carry her fair load, and I remember thinking, I hope I recognize this trait in myself just before I get like that. Well, I think I have, and am therefore retiring in the fall, at the tender age of 57. Oh, I'll still work, a couple of days a week, when and where I chose. Just having the freedom to decide that will be a real plus.
But enough for now. I got a start on this blog thing and now must leave something to say another day.