Today I was thinking about my hip pain, wondering how come my hip(s) are causing me so much pain. My mother didn't have her hip problems, and subsequent hip replacement until she was 80.
Hmm, I am not yet 70, and even though that sounds older than dirt, I thought my hips would last longer.
Then it dawned on me.
I have NEVER been kind to my body. Not ever.
When I was a kid, I went everywhere with my father, while he was searching out good deals. He was a dealer of furniture, antiques, and pretty much anything that would make him a dollar. He was the original "American Picker". I was his sidekick, and he had me lifting things before I was 10.
My mother was always yelling at him, reminding him that I was a girl.
I know I hauled on things that were way too heavy for me, because I was always looking for his approval.
I always had horses, so I was comfortable with carrying bags of grain on my shoulder, throwing bales of hay into the loft. I also got kicked, thrown, and otherwise hurt.
When my ex and I were building our first house, I shoveled gravel, poured cement, insulated, and cleared the driveway with a chain saw. It was a long, uphill driveway.
I never thought that I was hurting my body. I was young, and strong, and I wasn't afraid to tackle whatever was in front of me.
I worked out, lifted weights, ran miles and miles and miles.
I'm not saying that there is anything wrong with being active, but I probably could have had added some balance to my life. I could have taken it a little easier.
It's no wonder that in spite of my vehemently declaring I wasn't going to be a production weaver, I ended up being just that.
So now I'm paying the price.
I tell my three daughters all the time........be kind to your body, kinder than I was.
Do you think they'll listen??
I guess my point here is this:
I've been worrying and fretting and overthinking this retirement thing.
I've been resisting. Dragging my feet.
When the truth is, that one way or the other, we ALL have to slow down. We all have to "adjust" to getting older, to our less than perfect bodies. All my downsizing, selling looms, making changes........well, it's time. That's all.
I am working on it, every day.
Like having my lunch on the screened back porch.
I did some yard work, but then I amused myself and made a "playpen" for the girls.
Gave them a little change of scenery, and some greens.
They were very happy.
One of the Araucanas laid this GIGUNDUS egg. OUCH.
Is this even normal??? Should I "call the midwife"?
Still cleaning out the "old house", but getting closer and closer to being done.
Then I'll have more time to practice this semi retirement thing.
You notice that I've already added SEMI?