It's a myth that cells in our body literally change (regenerate, rejuvenate), every 7 years. Completely bogus. My cells have changed so much I've turned into an old lady. I read somewhere if I played games on the internet that it would help me retain brain cells. I figured writing my thoughts will do just as much. If I forget myself, I can always go back and read about who I once was.
At one time I rejoiced in the process. The years gave me perks. Twenty-seven cent coffee at McDonald's, free entry to the Waterpark, 10% off at Ross's Department Outlet, and occasional respect from those younger than I. Getting older was a good thing.
Lately, another side to age forces me to look backward into time. It's probably because it is my 64th birthday.
My Water-park pass went from free to fifty dollars this year. Rules changed when ownership changed. Now I have to be 65 to qualify for free passes. It's okay--it's something to look forward to. After all, they have to make more money. It's understandable. I've enjoyed free entry for three years. What a blessing to be able to take my grandchildren to enjoy the water and not have to pay to take them! This year, not so much. My body is changing, and doesn't want to move as quickly as it once did. It's harder to stand in the wave pool without falling over. It's harder to be around crowds without being bumped and knocked off balance. It's harder to endure the sweltering heat.
One more year and I'll be on Medicare--maybe (I guess it depends on the politicians). One more year and who really knows what life will hold?
Birthdays have a way of creeping up on you. There is real irony in birthdays. When you are eighteen, you wish you were twenty-one, then when you're 64 you still wish you were twenty-one. Some things never change. We're never satisfied, no matter how many changes we make or brain cells we keep. selahV
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:" Ecclesiastes 3:1