I find it sad when people tell me I won't be able to do things that I absolutely can, because what they're really saying is they can't. A man my age who sits on his couch all day said I won't be able to do certain physical things because I'm not a kid anymore. But I look at my cousin's dad in his 60s winning awards in his country for marathons. My cousin is a national olympic champion. My dad is a senior citizen and his job is all hard physical labor every day with no assistants. He's in great shape. My friend's mom (also a senior citizen) is an incredibly fit dancer and can dance with a candelabra balanced on her head. The people who taught me gymnastics and dance when I was a kid were my age. I have friends and acquaintances my age who are crossfit marathoners, professional fighters, cirque du soleil performers... But I agree that if I sit all day, that's all I'll be able to do.
It's also sad when people worry about looking old. I really hate it, because they're the ones putting a value judgment on it. Before they mentioned it I wasn't thinking about it at all. I am not afraid of a few crows feet when I smile. And no matter how ugly I may feel some days, it never seems enough to keep men away anyway. If you have a vagina, men want to put their penis in it, period. Everyone is trying entirely too hard, lol. And for what? What's the prize?
My younger friend claims she won't be able to work as a dancer in her 40s, but the most famous successful dancers I know are in their 40s and they've built an empire on their established name, opened dance schools, and have traveled the world performing in their 40s - 60s. These kids don't know what they're talking about. They need to broaden their horizons.
Someone online called my friend in the first paragraph a "boomer" and I laughed so hard. "How old are they, 10?" I said. Pretty sure boomer refers to baby boomers born in the 1950s... a good 30 years before my friend was born. Oh man, these poor kids are going to have a really rough time when they grow up.
Maybe everyone else has multiple lives lined up to squander away but as far as I know we're only guaranteed one life. As long as I have functional limbs I'm going to use them. That's what they're there for right? I wasn't put on this earth to give up halfway through life for no reason. My grandparents continued doing things when they were old, and so will I.
I have healthy muscles and limber limbs and when I hear good music, I move my hips, and until they break, I'll keep doing it. I have no known health issues, aside from normal monthly hormonal fluctuations, and seasonal allergies. As long as I take care of myself and don't do anything stupid, my body behaves as it should. And as long as kids in their twenties keep mistaking me for a kid in her twenties I'm for damned sure not going to let a sexy flesh bag like mine go to waste sitting around complaining as if the best years are behind me, when I'd never ever ever want to be young again.
Admittedly, my legs are still slightly sore from dancing all ding dong day without stretching first, so I'll try to stick to yoga today, and attempt to refrain from the urge to dance excessively until after my period when my body is less sensitive. Although that's what I told myself the other day too, and now I can do an entire choreography without missing a beat. Totally worth it.
8:47 a.m. - 2021-02-20