…before you were a sparkle in your mamma’s eye. Or is that a twinkle in your daddy’s eye? Either/or. Same diff. That’s what the daily prompt brought to mind. Anyway, I’ve been saying that a lot lately. For years now. I’m getting old. Happens to the best of us I hear. But I’m good with it. I mean, there’s nothing I can do about it really. Time stops for no one. I mean, I could rant and rage, and bemoan the passing of time, but honestly, what’s the use? I’m here, and I’m not getting any younger. I may as well get on with getting older. Not like I have any choice in the matter, right? Ha! Of course, my body is aging way more rapidly than anything else, but what can you do? Fate is fickle that way. I’m also fond of saying that chronologically, I’m 51, however, my body is more like 80, my face says I’m 40-ish, but my mind is stuck somewhere around 25. No wonder I’m confused and comfuddled. ^_^ But anyway, the world marches on despite me. I accepted that a long time ago. One must either accept the world as it changes or grow bitter that it’s changing around them. Me? I’m all for accepting the changes. Except when I’m not. ^_^ I kid… I know that the world will change whether I want it to or not. And I won’t always like those changes. I know that. I’m not saying that I like how things are right now. I’ve never said that. However, there is a huge difference between acceptance and admiration. There’s also a major difference between acceptance and resignation.
Here’s the thing. Let’s take, for an arbitrary example, my stupid gut… slowly over the years it has become more and more contrary and likes fewer and fewer foods. I railed against this for years until my stupid gut let me know that under no circumstances will it tolerate certain foods at all. So my choices were to either accept the fact that I can’t eat certain foods anymore or get bitter about it. I don’t like the fact that beef, onion, garlic, most dairy, &c… is off the table, but what can I do? I accepted it. Because it’s way easier than getting mad about it. Don’t get me wrong, I can still eat these things… I’m not allergic to them. They won’t kill me. But I’ll pay a steep price if I eat those things because my stupid gut will rebel and cause all kinds of pain and havoc. So… acceptance. I don’t like it. Not at all (hence: stupid gut) but I accept it. Now, am I resigned to this bland diet forever and ever? Not even on a bet. I still sneak bits and pieces of the “forbidden” foods into my diet now and again just to test the waters. Sometimes it’s okay, and sometimes… well, I pay the toll. But it’s totally worth it to have a nice, thick, juicy cheeseburger. ^_^ Sometimes.
And how I react to my gut problems is how I react to the world in general. Like, “No one is gonna tell me how to [blank].” Until it’s quite clear that okay, I guess they will tell me how to [blank], because the consequences of not doing whatever are rather dire. So yeah, for now, I’ll do it their way… for now. But every once in a while, I’m gonna do it my way and see what the consequences are. And I’ll get away with it for as long as I can until I don’t. I’m a rebel that way… But not in the way a lot of people want me to be a rebel. Oh well, I’ll rebel the way I want to. I kind of consider myself a helper… I help when I can and how I can, and to the best of my ability. After that, I keep my little green acre the best I can keep it.
How I got on that tangent, I’ll never know. But yeah, tangents are what I do best. As any long time reader of this blog knows. ^_^ Speaking of tangents, blogs, and readers. I got a handy dandy new keyboard and mouse for this computer (they don’t sparkle, but they glow… does that count?) and I’m back to my old setup where I’m looking out my window. I think I mentioned that before… So I’m gonna make an effort to type more on this here blog. No promises, but I’m gonna give it my best shot. It will at least get me off of the couch (and into this chair). Ha!