I have regularly heard that retirement is actually supposed to be the golden years.
I haven’t seen anything golden yet in my experience, except maybe what I look at.
Cataracts causes everything to have a dirty blue hue over it. I dislike that, but it is part of getting older. I don’t really prefer to say i am getting old, except to get out of trouble down the road with our children, but I am getting older. It seems that it is quite a bit harder to see, harder to hear, as well as harder to do all of those I really used to like to do. I dislike admitting that any of this is actually true, but it is tough to hide. The other thing I strongly dislike about getting older is that I can’t get warm. I thought it was because I was diligently losing weight, but our doctor told me it was really more our age. She sincerely worries that I am losing weight too fast, as well as she often worries about our age, but not about our being cold. I now believe that when you get older, your blood doesn’t transport through your body as really as well as your skin gets thinner. This doesn’t allow your inherent internal body heat to keep you warm. Now, I rest around with a thin jacket on all of the time. My mind works well, as well as I believe the kids are actually seeing me as well as thinking I am silly when I try to tell them it is too cold. The golden years is not so golden, they are much more silver to match what was once black hair.