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Do you remember when you were young and spry?

 
I keep forgetting that I am not a spring chicken anymore. It is like the last 10 years of my life has been lost some place, and the last 5 years of my life has been the same reoccurring nightmare, like the movie ground hogs day. One day I remember being 24 and the next thing I know I am not that young anymore and half my life is over with already. I wonder how many more years I am going to be stuck in ground hogs day?
 
Before you know it, I will forget I am even 30 years old. I will still and always stuck thinking I am 24. Maybe I will get better enough, that I can at least move to thinking I am 29 in my own personal ground hogs day hell. 
 
I should be use to feeling old by now... since occassionally I move around like a 3000 year old mummy. I mean how many spring chicken mummys you know of? Heck... I do not even like chicken! I HATE to eat chicken! That is the most bland meat in the meat category, if you ask me!
 
I REALLY need to stop refering to myself as some sort of chicken... I HATE chicken! But then again... I do have chicken legs.
 
Hubby thinks it is hilarious that I believe Abbi-Kitty has kitty cooties and after petting her, I have to wash my hands. He says... you wanted a cat and you claim she has kitty cooties. I say yep and you have boy cooties, but I keep you around and to get rid of your cooties I have to take showers! What? human cooties are bigger and more of them... kitty cooties are well... smaller.  
Oh Joonie you are quite hilarioius..
 
I am young and spry...well in my mind I am, in my mind I can run a marathon, mountain climb and party til the sun comes up....
In reality I can hobble around thinking im running, climb the stairs in my chair and believe its a mountain, when Ive taken my pain meds my mind thinks its partying...lololol
 
Dont worry about time, it waits for no man, so what ever the day seize it with all the strength you have and do what you can to make it a good one. an hour out of every day learning something new, or appreciating life is an hour well spent.

Joonie sweetie...you have a nasty disease that restricts so much in your life but dont ever let the joy of living be taken away from you. Pin is right... seize the day and take it to the max!! Dont matter a jot what your Earth years are, you are already older because of what you have lived with. That also equals wiser and dont let ANYONE tell you otherwise.

Fill your life with joy at whatever cost. Your heart will rejoice Joonie!!  

So, here is a piece from Gibran  and from the book ( The Prophet) which I have considered my ' bible' for more than 40 years. Read it over many times if you are unsure of the words, but trust me, they are the truth.

On Joy and Sorrow
 Kahlil Gibran

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, will your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

xxxxxxxxxx Lyn 
 
Joonie, feeling young and spry needs to be balanced like everything else in our lives.  I fail to balance it all  and then I suffer.  I golfed 3 times this past week (54 holes) and I'm paying today but that's okay.  Why beat myself up?  I just enjoy the downtime.  Read, bead, design, and nap.  Sometimes I feel 30, sometimes I feel 90.  That's my life.  Live in the moment.  LindyI just pretend!!!!!

Well I wish my body would behave more like it did when I was younger, but mentally I like the place I'm in right now.  I remember those younger years being filled with teen angst and drama, and a so much pressure.  I would never want to go back to that!

My RA was diagnosed in my late 50s.  Up until then --- I swear! -- I was still a spry, if not "spring", chicken.  (I love chickens, live ones, not cooked ones.  I'm a vegetarian and I've had chickens as house pets, really!)  Anywhooo, now in my early 60s and noticably less "springy", people just say, "Yeah, it sucks getting old, doesn't it?"  I want to say, "No, NO! It's not old age; it's just this @$%&* RA!"  I was fine until 4 years ago and all of a sudden I look and act old.
 
Oh, well, I just say that inside this decrepit body is a thin, young, bouncy "chick" screaming to get out.  But I can usually shut the b*tch up with a piece of chocolate......Me too- pre RA I WAS spry. I miss that terribly. My 85 year old MIL gets out of the car faster than I do. And I don't believe for one minute that it's just that I'm another couple years older. It's the RA. It's not even pain that makes me slow- I don't know what it is. I'm like in slow motion.[QUOTE=wanttobeRAfree]
It's not even pain that makes me slow- I don't know what it is. I'm like in slow motion.[/QUOTE]
 
 
Totally agree!  The pain's always there --- in the background --- but it's physical and mental fatigue that anger me so!

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