Updated: Apr 26, 2022
Sweet Jesus, I knew it was time to return to my yoga mat this morning when I tried to pull on my jeans and had to sit down to do it.
Certain aspects of aging I will accept with grace: drugstore reading glasses; my crepey neck; younger people not finding me funny. And that, my friends, that was the line between not-old and old: when my one-liners were met with tight smiles or thousand-yard stares.
But I digress, probably because I'm old and easily distracted. I can accept these things, even laugh about them. Mostly.
But I cannot stand for not standing up when dressing myself.