The Big Thaw. Today was that day. Slush welcomed us as we took our late afternoon walk. Wasn’t it lovely to not feel like your face was an icicle?! The podcast in my ear was about living a joyful life. And it mentioned that we should look at older people who are truly happy. What did they do that led to their happiness? They had 1. Purpose. 2. Satisfaction. And 3. Enjoyment.
So, I was born a Crowe. Looking back on all the places these Crowe’s feet have taken me…..it’s been such a fun journey. I’ve been blessed with a nimble body that can easily do so many things. I was able to horseback ride with my children, no problem. I can still dive off the diving board, and had great fun showing off in front of our kids. I can do a cheerleading jump (sort of) and jump on a trampoline (they really should hand mothers a pantyliner with those required orange park socks), but I kept smiling and nobody was the wiser. I was able to ski the first time I tried. I fell once or twice but then popped right up. I was 28 years old. I have run 5Ks for fun and for charity. I have ziplined with my husband and then on a smaller course with our children. I have swum with dolphins, requiring leg strength as they let you stand on their bottle nose and raise you up out of the water. I love paddleboarding and could do it for hours. I’m not afraid to haul logs, move furniture, trim bushes, shovel snow. It’s amazing how strong our bodies are made to be.
But, you know, sometimes I get lazy. Or my mind gets in a funk. And then there’s this cycle. Particularly in the winter. It’s so cold and dreary I don’t want to exercise. And when I don’t exercise, I feel tired and don’t have the energy to get up and move. And so it goes. The cycle. My old friend. Every fucking December.
Unfortunately, age has a way of sneaking up on us. And being sedentary has consequences that it never used to. They’re called joint pain, backaches, belly rolls, and decreased strength. So, I have vowed that this winter will be different. I may not follow through every day, but I will be accountable. Movement is essential for my life goals. There are so many of them!
All the joy I’ve experienced and all that’s yet to be. So many smiles and laughs and days spent in the sunshine, giving me crows feet. I look in the mirror and I notice they’re getting more pronounced. And, I wonder if I should try to “help” them go away. A little cream or injection, maybe. But, I don’t know. I kind of like what they signify. A life well lived. A full life. A joyful life. Eyes that have seen both beauty and heartache. That can look at someone and intuitively know what they need. Eyes that cry, and sparkle, and wonder, watching my feet do all the glorious things that feet do, smiling at the marvel of it all.