by Jackie King
I’m a writer, so I
write. Sometimes I have to write what’s foremost on my mind. Today that happens
to be writing as I grow older. If you’re a writer, everything is
connected with your writing. And no matter what your age is today, one day you
too, will be old. So this morning, instead of trudging ahead on my latest
Work-in-Progress, I’m talking about my Life-in-Progress.
Arranging your life
successfully as you age isn’t as easy as it looks. And I’m one of the lucky
ones. I have two daughters in the area who are both willing to help. The
problem is, I don’t want to be a pain in their backside. I must say that hard
as I’ve tried, I have complicated both of their lives. But I make a discernable
effort to minimize their problems.
Years ago I vowed that I
wouldn’t unnecessarily cause my children pain. I won’t go into the history of
why, just that this was my goal for dealing with adult children. Did I
always accomplish this? Of course not. But with all honesty, I can honestly say that I’ve tried.
Here was my game plan
when I hit about 75: Since I’m single, I sold my four-bedroom house and
downsized to fit into a three-room apartment in a complex for seniors. My
daughters helped me, but the decision was mine. Here are my self-imposed ground-rules:
The “treasures” that I
spent a lifetime collecting are just “stuff.” Look at the need to shed them as
a relief, not a tragedy.
No “meltdowns” allowed.
(I had one rather serve collapse right after I moved. Luckily my youngest daughter
was with me, and she was wise enough to just let me boohoo in her arms until I
recovered my equilibrium.)
I had to try two senior
complexes before I found the right fit for me.
I made up my mind that
I’d be happy.
I adopted the motto: OLD
IS COOL! Because it is. (imo)
I chose a drop-dead
date when I would stop driving, and then sold my car to my youngest
granddaughter. Her delight at having a bright red, sporty-looking car,
sweetened the bitterness of this pill.
As with all of my
decisions, I made up my mind not to grieve over what laws of nature governor.
My rule as a writer:
NEVER GIVE UP WRITING.
Write something each day
that it’s humanly possible. (Did I break this vow? Of course. But as soon as
possible, I went right back to writing. And I’m not talking about my grocery
list.)
Growing old is sometimes a
challenge. One must reject bitterness, regret and loss, and then press forward with
hope, courage and faith.
Now back to my new cozy
with the working title of Corpse Under a Sagebrush. Which more than likely will
change.
Cheers,
Jackie