Just A Little Old Lady In Comfortable Shoes

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Yep. That's me. I've become just a little old lady in comfortable shoes. That is, when I wear shoes. As each day becomes a part of my past, I realize there's one more thing that isn't as important as I used to think it was. I don't let the little things bother me as much as they did just a few short years ago. I don't climb on the ladder to clean the ceiling fans as often as I used to. Who the heck is going to see up that far anyway? If someone happens to look up and can see that well, they need to back off some. I don't worry as much about the dust bunnies underneath my bed either. Getting down that low to the floor isn't the problem. It's getting back up again. Pulling the heavy sofa away from the wall to clean behind and under it isn't on my list of things to do much these days. I've decided I'm not going to go through the effort until I can see things beginning to peek out. That will be when I consider finding someone else to move the heavy stuff. Besides, going through the back pain for days after isn't worth the time. The dust on the silk plants doesn't bother me half as much as it used to. It's not like it's going to keep anything from growing. Besides, the plants are so high up no one really notices them anyway. Someday, I'll have some young whipper-snapper climb up there and take them down. I find it much easier to pay someone to do that sort of thing for me these days, instead of facing the possibility of getting tangled in the vines or missing the last rung of the ladder, thinking I'm closer to the floor than I thought I was. That would be a jolt and something this old woman isn't up for. No. I'm going to stay closer to the ground than I did before. Heck; I've even started seeing the beauty and logic in wearing those proverbial 'old lady' shoes. I've even become a fan of loose fitting clothes. I'm saving a bundle by not wearing so much make-up, not to mention not spending so much on pantyhose these days. Instead of going to the beauty shop as much as I used to, I find it so much easier just to twist my long hair up into a bun and perch it neatly on top of my head. It's convenient. I'm not having too many problems entering into old age. I'm actually enjoying it some. I don't put myself into overload much anymore and find I have one to two speeds; Very slow or Neutral. I don't get in a hurry for anyone for anything. I think I've gotten to a point I deserve slowing down some and I'm going to enjoy sitting in my oversized rocker, watching the world go by. I'm just not sure about these so-called comfortable shoes. How are you going to face getting older? Will you face it head on or will you slow your roll and begin to enjoy life more? Me? I'm looking forward to being just a little old lady in comfortable shoes.