Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Ten Things: Yet MORE Good Things About Getting Old!
22. I feel so empowered because no one yells at me anymore. They’re all younger than I am and are a little scared of me.
23. At school, I can leave my coat out and no teenager will steal it because it has cooties of sorts. Though a male teacher did walk off with it once thinking it was his.
24. Young people—even girls—hold doors for me.
25. It’s harder to see those chin hairs with my eyesight going.
26. It’s harder to see the backs of my legs due to my increasing decrepitude.
27. I don’t mind writing entire blog posts about my intestines.
28. My friends apparently don’t mind reading posts about my intestines, bless them, and even leave comments so I don’t feel like I’m the only one.
29. I’ve been through enough awful stuff that it takes very little to make me feel happy and lucky.
30. That hair that’s growing where no hair should grow becomes less noticeable because—as if the aforementioned isn’t bad enough—it’s turned white.