First of all, welcome to two new followers via bloglovin - MrsMom and Carol Flood
As a human being, it seems difficult, if not impossible, to live in the moment. When young, we wish we were older. In a job we loathe we wish we could find something else. When pregnant we can't wait to see the baby, then all of a sudden, they are grown, left home and making their own way in the world.
We seem at times to be chasing our own shadow, wanting or hoping for more, or less, depending on where we are at any given moment along our time line. Whilst the great 'everyone' says we should try and live in the moment, savour every moment, it seems an elusive action.
One of the joys of growing older, that I have found 'is just letting it all hang out', quite literally sometimes. I dress for comfort first and foremost. One of my walking buddies commented yesterday when they saw me in a dress for the first time, 'Good heavens, you actually have arms and legs"!
I sometimes hang out the washing/put out the bins in my nightie and dressing gown - as does my neighbour. If I have a bath late afternoon, or early evening, I will usually get into my nightie rather than re-dress. Should anyone call (very rare in the evening) they ask if I am ill!
I used to be a housekeeping goddess when we were first married. If DB left the room, cushions would be plumped up, stuff gathered up - irritating him, yet he didn't say anything for fear of upsetting me. I was over-safety conscious and he would often find himself locked out after making the mistake of going outside to get something, put the bins out etc. It took ages for me to stop doing this and only did so after he finally said something. Ah, ain't love grand!
Now, the housework is done less often and we are both fine with that. We are as happy in our skins and with each other as we can be. Often, we collapse in heaps of giggles when one of us gets up and can't quite straighten up initially or something keeps clicking as we walk - I'm laughing as I write this, can you tell? Mind you, laughing more is great but not always so for your underwear - shush!!
I am lucky in that DB (and DS. come to that) have always been the kind of chaps who eat what is put in front of them. Sometimes, when we were both working and were shattered, it would just be a jam sandwich. The only question either of them would ask would be "Lovely, what flavour?" We are still here to tell the tale.
We have lived in the same place now for just over 27 years, a joy after moving about continually when first married. We don't have a huge amount of friends/acquaintances, but are happy with those we do have, even though, each year, their numbers dwindle - a downside of growing older.
Slowly but surely we are more aware that our bodies are changing with age. We can't do what we used to even though our brains tell us otherwise. We are happy with that but that doesn't mean we won't go screaming and kicking into the future should the need arise.
One of these days, I might just get around to dying my hair purple:)