Tuesday, April 20, 2010
You Are Only as Old as You Feel
There's a saying, "You're only as old as you feel." Well, for years I have never felt I was quite my age. And I mean that. When I turned 30, I still felt 20...when I turned 40, I still felt 30...and so on. I look in the mirror now and SEE a 63 year old woman looking back at me, but hey, that face sure has me fooled. I think as kids we all went through that stage where we thought we were adopted; well, I went further than that. I thought I was born in a different year altogether...and even today, I actually believe that my birth certificate must somehow be ten years off...physically....but emotionally it is maybe 50 years off. No way am I 63.
By my nature, I still feel like a big kid. I love to have fun. I love playing with things. I can get hooked on a video game at 5 pm and still be sitting there at 2 am...even though I have to go to work the next day. I have a coloring book and crayons and love to get them out and color when I am under stress. I am the oldest one at my job, yet I look around at the others, and they seem, oh, so much older than me.
Yesterday I mentioned my toys. There must be about 30 of them in my office...comes from years of buying at the holidays. One of my favorites was a gift from my son...see, even my boys know I am still a kid at heart. It is parrot who repeats everything that you say. Oh, gosh, I have so much fun with him...I love chasing my co-workers around getting them to speak. One time, I brought him into my parole group...thinking they'd have some fun...but, no one would say a word. Turns out they were so paranoid, they thought I was taping them for their parole officers. Had to remove the parrot from the room.
Another great toy is "Officer Ron". What a cutie he is! Picture a little mouse dressed in a police officer's uniform...badge and all. He's the cutest little thing with his club in his hand...and when you turn him on, he dances and sings "Bad Boys, bad boys, watcha gonna do when they come for you." One night I told my parole group that we had an speaker, and when they asked who, I told them "Officer Ron". Well, they all groaned and carried on that they didn't want a police officer in their group...and then I brought him out and let him sing away. They got such a kick out of it.
Now, don't you go thinking that I carry on like that in all my groups...only those that need a little jump start to get going. Sometimes, when nobody wants to talk because they don't really know each other, so they don't want to share...a little laughter goes a long way.
Now, that's the emotional part of me...a big, overgrown little girl...the trickster. Physically, I could be better. My back hurts most of the time...and with the fibro, I never know what is going to hurt next...my sinuses a forever acting up, and my IBS holds me back from doing a lot of the things I used to do...but, I can deal with it...the gift of laughter carries me through. Hope you all have a great day...and make someone laugh today.