It was brought to my attention this past weekend that i am no "spring chicken"........ i never gave it much thought.. the age people who drop by here would assign to me... BUT when i look at the blogs i read.. and calculate their ages.. they are mostly young 'uns. Certainly young enough to still be raising their own children.. and struggling with all the ups and downs of parenthood and juggling a BDSM lifestyle.i on the other hand am on the other side of spring chicken........ where they have pms .. i have menopause..where they have kids and kids schedules .. i have grandkids.. where they juggle BDSM and hide the toys and the play.. i have an open play room.. and virtually no hiding anymore.... and where they have health and vitality i have aging bones and an aging body that creaks in the mornings and yells at me regularily.
Only problem is....... my mind doesn't see me a day over 30 (ok ok probably more like 4 or 5 years of age if you listen to Sir!!) But somedays i feel as though my body has betrayed me... i should be able to bend into a pretzel shape for Sir's bondage.. in my mind i can!!! i should be able to burn the candle at both ends and not be any the worse for it........ unfortunately i have trouble burning the candle at one end anymore !!!
What would i trade for my youthful body / mind and soul again??
NOT a damn thing !! i earned every creaking bone/joint.. i earned every grey hair on this head of mine.. i earned every bump and bruise i have on this road of life.. trade that experience away ?? not on your life !! That is not to say there aren't days that i don't bemoan this aging process... the doctor's visits to tweak meds to keep me healthy.... the days when the body just doesn't want to jump through hoops .. or run the extra mile...... BUT on the whole growing old is not for the faint of heart or weak...... go back and find my blog on the purple hat......(hope you have more luck than i did......) but i will quote the last few lines of that poem........
Maybe we should all grab that Purple Hat a little earlier.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen within her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole.
But true beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen within her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole.
But true beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows
my eyes I beleive have a coating of Ky so I still see a thirty year old just a little hazzy, looking back at me. The creaks and cracks which seem to be coming from my knees are from the thirty year old chewing gum. ANd the reason for my ED well it is that stupid gum from the thiry year old sticks everywhere for some reason she refuses to swallow.
ReplyDeleteI consider myself to be older than my underwear but younger than my hair. I think this is an attempt for me to take pity when I get to give you your birthday smacks, yes I know only 29 but there is always the ones for good luck and health you know!
If I could be 21 again, and retain the knowledge I have gained, I would go for it. At this stage of the game I wouldn't trade my knowledge for youth.
ReplyDeletestopping in to say hi! i know of that purple poem..my mother has it on her wall. i feel the same way as you..inside, in my soul, i am eternally 30ish. But outside....OH MY...the things i wish i could do for Master....**sigh** i am on the other side with you my dear!
ReplyDeletetake care
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