I have been reading essays or articles written by a huge group of people out there, all subjects, no holds barred, guns out...totally their reality. It has been so interesting. If you happen to be interested the site is called Medium. It's well worth the peanuts you pay to join.
I signed up to follow some of the older writers and have picked up lots of info and ideas. One of those epiphanies is becoming consciously aware of the positive side of getting old..and it's so enlightening!!!
The one I read today was an article written by an older woman. The whole thing had me in stitches at first then the reality of what she was writing hit me.
She had invited six friends for dinner and by three days later she had six requests for: no onions, no gluten, no nightshades, no carbs, whole unpoisoned food only, plant food only journey etc...
I have run into this very thing myself now and then. At my table I have had a celiac, nut issues, no seafood of any sort, no onions, nothing with eyes etc. If it's just my son and his family I love to accommodate. It's a food challenge I welcome.
But if we are preparing for a women's retreat with over a dozen girls for three days? Not so much. The last one had a lady who would literally die if certain things were in the food. You would never have known. She privately brought her own food and fed herself. Sucks for her but if you want to live and not be a burden to the world that is your only option. I was very impressed with her.
Now, at my age, if I am cooking for a group, an actual dinner party, I cook exactly what I want and if they don't like it or can't eat it? Not my problem. Years ago I would have stressed it out and tried super hard. I have grown out of that.
Another one is when you are hanging around moms with little kids. This very rarely happens to me now that I am older. I am willing to get a brief update, but I do not want to sit through coffee hour listening to endless toddler/birth/mean daddy stories. I instantly lose my filters and start spouting unwanted advice like a know it all. I ignore glazed eyes and hurt looks.
The same goes for horse talk first, and dog or cat talk second. I don't mind five minutes of interesting back and forth. But I have discovered that people can actually find endless hours to talk about their freaking fur baby (backhoe list...I hate that name for their animal). I will catch myself making more than four sentences about my latest pet then clamp my lips together and try to change the subject. All that silence does is give the Sweetums owner free talk space to carry on endlessly. And, at my age now, very unlike my victimized youth, I will very bluntly suggest we change the subject. If they don't I will make a nice catchy impossible to ignore statement about Trump or anti abortion or Ozempic. It always works.
And now to the positive. Being near the rainbow bridge is so freeing. Trump? I will be dead before he owns Canada. Third world war? I will be dead before it happens or soon after it starts. Lose more and more of my eyesight? I will be over that bridge before I am totally blind. And if I do go blind it won't be for long. I will die falling down the stairs. A hole developed in my beloved recliner? I won't need to deal with it for many many years to come. That hole is def going to out live me.
The bottom line is I can now freely, no guilt or pressure, not give a shit about a whole lot of issues I used to pack around with me. Nope! I have shed those burdens!!!
And now I need to stop ignoring glazed eyes and bored readers! I am doing what I was complaining about up there. Talking about myself endlessly. Lol!!!
TFL & TTYL
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