I’m too old for this…?
“I’m too old for this.”
It came as a revelation.
We’ve been in the process of selling our home and moving to another state since November. Who moves in the middle of the holidays? During a pandemic? In the winter?
It was time. My husband, John, retired in October from the frontlines of busy emergency rooms after 48 years. He was ready for all of it. I was excited to move nearer to my daughter and her family.
The arduous task of our new adventure reminded me that I’m not a young chick anymore–given to flights of impulsive moves, seeking new thrills, and whatever that all brings. Not anymore.
So, when things would get rough, taxing my energy and grating on my last nerve, my first thought became, “I’m too old for this.” Sometimes that thought came tumbling right out of my mouth.
I’ve never been one to fall prey to the notion that aging is anything more than the natural progression of this one precious life God has given us. I don’t run 5 and 10k’s anymore, I have no desire to get on a water ski again, and dancing the night away ends at 10 p.m.
I have accomplished life goals after my 45th, 50th, and 60th birthdays. I even began a solo career at 60! I didn’t let my age stop me.
After getting tired of the “I’m too old” mindset, I realized that I rationalize with my age when things are difficult. It’s the feelings that emanate from the belief that cause anxiety and my mind helping me cope with the uncomfortable, demanding changes in life.
Life is an adventure. God is in it with us. And, if I’m still here, it is by God’s grace that I can accomplish the tasks set before me.
I’m not too old (neither are you) after all.