Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me! My theory on aging is that I want people to know ‘why’ I look this way. I’ve traveled a long way and many of the roads weren’t paved.
First you forget names, then you forget faces. Then you forget to pull up your zipper.
Being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.
When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to your youth, remember Algebra.
One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is better than being young.
You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.
It’s scary when you start making the same noises as your coffee maker.
These days about half the stuff in my shopping cart says, “For fast relief.”
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “WOO HOO what a ride!”
Remember: You don’t stop laughing because you grow old, You grow old because you stop laughing.
(Courtesy of https://www.atimetolaugh.org/aging-with-humor.html )
Spot on, Linda. Thanks for finding this one. Laughter is the best cure — for whatever! Works in politics too.
That is EXACTLY how I aim to slide into the final base! YAHOO!
Good morning Linda – excellent, true and very interesting BLOG – please keep writing – I look forward to meeting you one of these days. Many thanks, sent with love, Ursula