I look in the mirror and see the lines that weren’t there even five years ago, a tell-tale sign of aging. I get out of bed with a few more creaky bones and aches or stiffness in places I hadn’t noticed even two years ago; another tell-tale sign of my body aging. Yet there’s that ever youthful Spirit that lives in me and has since I was a child. That Spirit still wants to run like a marathon athlete, wants to travel the world like a twenty-something backpacker and wants to dance till the wee hours of the morning and go to work fully functioning on just two hours sleep. Sometimes I still race through life like I did in my twenties and thirties and ignore the signs from my body that scream ‘slow down’ or ‘rest awhile’.
At the end of such a week I am usually exhausted and fall asleep on the couch ten minutes into our Friday evening movie. If it wasn’t for neck or back ache from having my body twisted awkwardly on the couch I’d probably sleep right through instead of waking at midnight and crawling into my bed. Still I subscribe to the illusion of my body’s eternal youth or perhaps it’s a big dose of wishful thinking. But reality has always had a way of creeping up on me especially when I’m deep in my own fantasy world. A recent car accident brought the reality of my aging body home when my physiotherapist pointed out the ‘beauty of youth’ when comparing my fifteen year old daughter’s rapid recovery from the accident to my snail pace recovery. My daughter is done with her physiotherapy sessions after only a few and I was told I still have quite a few more to go before I’ll be back to where I was before the accident. Seems I got hit with a bang in more ways than one through the car accident. I think the bang of reality might hurt just a bit longer than the bang of the car smash.