Sunday morning I watch all the morning shows. I do not watch church shows, but that is another post. Anyway, I was watching a commercial, yes, a commercial, where a young woman gets a stepladder to step up to a high shelf to get some high-heeled pumps (that is another story, too). I had to laugh (better than crying.)
Step-ladders - I have one step up stool - gave away ladders. Why? The last time I stepped up on a two step ladder, I fell off; luckily it was by the bed. All those years of climbing up, sliding down, racing around getting ready, doing four things at once, etc. have gone with age. And I hate it.
I hate that the graceful dancer of old is gone. She has been replaced with an ungraceful faller. It appears that the "eye" I had to have to pirouette on a toe has been gouged out. I cannot turn now with both feet working. I have lost that perfect balance. I seem to have lost all balance.
My mind is not as sharp, but that is OK. My body has been maimed, but I am managing. I walk with a cane, but I walk. But I cannot climb a two step ladder without falling.
Old age and aging bodies are not acceptable. I bet that has been said more than once. Let me be perfectly clear - I am not complaining about getting older - that is inevitable. BUT please let us grow older slowly and gracefully so we can keep up appearances of our former grace.