Growing old hurts………………………

Ok, so I’m not THAT old, but 32 does have its drawbacks. Maybe I’m going about this the wrong way. Drawbacks isn’t the word I’m looking for I guess. Let me start over.

Being 32 just isn’t the same as being 22. I’m a lot wiser at the age of 32 than I was at 22, but physically? It isn’t the same playing field. Example? Yesterday I was working on the house (just about done with the siding!) with a buddy of mine from work. He was on the roof, I was standing on the back porch. Last fall I had removed some of the railing on the back porch to make the installation of the siding easier, but I failed to notice that since I’d removed some of the railing it had made the rest of the railing structure weaker. Well, I leaned up against the top rail and it broke free, NORMALLY I’d have been able to catch my balance, but unfortunately the lower rail was directly behind my knees. Ever have someone get down on their hands and knees behind you, then have someone in front of you give you as little shove? Having that rail behind my knees caused them to buckle, which sent me into a semi backflip off of my porch! LOL, it was a pretty freaky thing to see my feet up in the air over my head while I am flipping over backwards off of my porch. It was about a 3 and a half foot drop to the planter below me. Yeah, I said planter, because I landed ON MY BACK on a landscaping timber! So, as you can probably guess I’ll be a whiny baby all day because my back is pretty sore. But ya know what? I think if I were still in my early twenties, I’d be doing a bit better than I am. I have a feeling that I am one of those people who is not going to grow old gracefully. In my mind I’m still 22, in my spirit I am still 22, but my graying hair and sore back are stark reminders that even though the mind and spirit can feel 22, the body will always let you know otherwise!