Next Week I Turn … Even Older!

Relentlessly older.  Someday we’ll all be the kind of people kids will make crypt-keeper jokes about. Except it’s a reference that may be gone by that time.  Ha!  Like being that old is SO far away the cultural references of today will be wiped out!  Hahaha.  Right.

Anyway, I’m doing everything I can to make sure I don’t feel blue next week.  My apartment is spruced up, I’m spruced up.  You wouldn’t believe all the work I put into trying to sell my book every day.  It’s insane.  But it’s crucial to my future.  I’m also doing everything I can to fix whatever I’m unhappy with about myself, therapy, meditation, eating well, exercising, etc., etc., etc.  And more etc.

It’s all so on June 3rd, if nothing else, I feel some sense of peace.  Meanwhile, I still fantasize about getting a dog.

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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7 thoughts on “Next Week I Turn … Even Older!

  1. Well, here’s what a wise lady who lived into her 80s once told me about getting older: “It beats the alternative.”

    Happy early birthday!

  2. I agree with the wise lady above!
    And if you are thinking of getting a dog, you could do worse than watch “The Dog Whisperer” on the National Geographic channel every day.

  3. I’m 57, and today I walked ten miles! Yes, I hate the aging process, particularly as it applies to “gravity” and arthritis. I also struggle with depression/anxiety, but somehow, I’m still surviving. And of course, the alternative is not too appealing either.

    I have two cats, two dogs. All my life I have had cats, as many as eight or nine at times — and I am allergic to cats, so you know I LOVE them.

    After my husband died a few years ago though, I adopted a miniature pinscher from our local animal shelter, and have learned a whole new world exists in their dimension. I also have a doxie I inherited from my step-dad when he died.

    The enjoyment I get from my cats has never diminished, but I also now love my dogs. I love taking the dogs with me on long walks in parks, playing with them in the backyard and find they are wonderful at being protective of me (since I live alone). And you know what? They REALLY, REALLY MISS me when I’m gone, and lavish me with affection when I return. Like I said, a world of discovery you might find worth the effort.

  4. Thank you everyone. And Cara, that was very convincing (I’m sorry about your husband).

  5. I think I was born the same year you were, Stacy, if Wikipedia is correct. I have always looked at aging this way, as a chance for something new to happen to you.

    When people ask me what my favorite year is I always say the next one.

    And it does indeed beat the alternative.

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