I’ve been keeping a low profile for the last five weeks. I took a respite from work, knowing holidays would be busy and knowing I would have extended care days with Mama. But I’m ready to get back out.
I miss working. I like the interaction. I like the work. I like the paycheck.
It is not, however, easy being a 60 year old in the work force. It is shocking that I could be speaking of myself. I was always one of the young ones in the work scenes. I enjoyed that.
There were times, however, that I wanted to feel like a grown up; mature and smart and aware of life. Unfortunately, that knowledge and confidence only comes about by the passage of time.
It is so strange to be on the other side of that now. It is always a sense of trying to stay in shape and up to date on the latest world news and fashion, and be clever and sassy. How often I fail! But…I will persevere. Growing older is not for wimps. Good Lord!
I actually still have thoughts of going to dental school or at least dental assisting school or becoming an ophthalmologic assistant. But then I think I am too old. Who wants to hire a 60 year old dental assistant when you can hire a 25 year old dental assistant?
Sometimes that worn out adage: “You are never to old” is not true. Sometimes you ARE too old. Plain and simple.
I am getting back to work next week. I think it will also help me develop a better, more rigid eating and exercise regime. It really is true that the busier you are, the more organized you are. That is, at least, the assumption to which I will hold to for dear life.