After yesterday’s ordeal, today has been much better. My neck is still stiff, but no spasms so far.
I decided to keep a lunch I had scheduled with my best friend, and I’m glad we did. At one point in the conversation, I said something like, “I guess I’m just getting old,” and Trev had a great response.
He basically said, “Maybe we just feel old because we say things like that. How much of getting old is in our heads?”
Trev went on to explain an interesting theory about attitude and accountability. If you blame poor health on getting old, isn’t that just an excuse? Doesn’t it just create a self-perpetuating cycle of morose?
Instead, what if we celebrate our youth, no matter how old we are. After all, at this moment I’m the youngest I’ll ever be. Then the next moment, then the next. Why not revel in my youth instead of blaming my age?
As Trev said this, I realized I do this sometimes, but not enough. For example, I always try to take the stairs instead of an elevator if I have the option. It puts a little spring in my step–I celebrate that I’m able to go up and down stairs. That may not always be the case, so I try to enjoy it while I can.
I really like this philosophy, and I’m going to try to embrace it more. What do you think of it?