We alter activities to meet our changing needs as we age. (At least we do if we’re smart!)
For example, I still love shoe shopping but I’m content to limit myself to two hours max and fondling (that’s the shoes not the staff). I no longer need to buy. Mostly.
When we were younger we attended rock concerts a lot. Like really a lot. Now it has to be someone we love because there is the traffic, distance, crowds (and we all know how much I love people especially all jammed together and sweaty!), bathroom access and whatever happened to the ticket prices? My first car was cheaper!
We have seen most everyone we really like. Some that we haven’t seen are dead (and we’ve given up on ever seeing them). Others are just too old. A few years back we saw a rocker who was famous in the late 50s, early 60s. He couldn’t remember the words to his own songs. Heck, he couldn’t remember which song he was singing. It was quite a challenge for the band (and the audience. Can you imagine all these older folks doing the wave and he changes direction? There were body collisions and it wasn’t pretty! If you get hit by a titanium hip you are in deep doo-doo).
There are other things like large group parties. I can’t hear well. If it’s a large group, I do a lot of head shaking and hope I didn’t agree to give any money. (Or any body organs either – you have to watch for that!)
On the other hand — my grandniece Jenn agreed to give me one of her kidneys if I need it. Maybe her hearing isn’t so good either. Or maybe that happened after beer pong.
At picnics, I am no longer in the front line of the volleyball court. (Typically I am too busy at the front line of the beer keg.) Volleyball jams my old knuckles and the real truth is that no one wants me on their team. (That will change when I get to the nursing home! I’ll show them! Whack ‘em with my walker!)
Then there is cooking. I loved to cook. For a time I catered. (Very short time. People who have “elite” parties are like bridezillas.) Now I do most of my creative cooking in my head and it rarely makes it to a plate. I did buy an avocado last week to make guacamole. I watched it rot very slowly on the counter. Boogers!
However, I love making reservations. So many choices, so little time!
None of these adaptations were forced by health issues. It’s all about interests, energy, previous experiences and what I want to do now.
Have you adapted to your stage of life?
This post was inspired by Carol Ferenc from The Little Writing Blog. Her post was about camping, age-adjusted. Click here to access.