I’m still a bit under the fibromyalgia weather, meaning fatigued, achey, and brain dead. Here’s a little glimpse into the last few days: FH’s birthday cake and present, gallery sales at Rhythmix with Joan from Upcycled Alameda (she made the sock monkey), and lounging with Lil’ Pupper. I’m sure I’ll be back to my super smart, writerly, verbose, philosophical self soon. Fingers crossed. Hamsa Hamsa (ward off the evil eye), spit twice, knock on wood, salt over the shoulder.
It’s December and time for some color therapy! I have been keeping myself busy with crochet and Pupper walks. Even though the sky is grey, I feel happy when I look at these colors!
This is my first post for Photo101Rehab, sponsored by a lovely and very smart blogger from my Photo101 class. Thanks for the idea and motivation Lucille!
For this post, I just tried to collect colorful images with my iphone. I did a little photo hack with the yarn by placing it on a piece of woodgrain paper and cropping it with iphoto. The Pupper picture just came out that way. Pupper and I were both really taken with the turquoise steps and green door of the house we passed this morning between rain showers.
I’ve been on the planet for 48 years. My hair is going grey. My face and other parts are sagging. Wrinkles appear with zits on top of them. My hip doesn’t work right. My feet hurt. My fingers are stiff. A while back I had been feeling all of this keenly and knew that I had to change the internalized images I held about aging. Somehow, the sexist, ageist culture had seeped into my deepest sense of what aging means. I was feeling washed up, used up, old, dry, grey.
Of course I know that all of this is an illusion. That it doesn’t matter. That life is impermanent. But I also live in the real world and in the cyber world. The world of lovely young airbrushed images.
In this cyber-real world, what did I do to cheer myself up, to change those internal pictures? Therapy? Church? Support groups? No, I created a Pinterest page called “Aging Gracefully Feistily and….” Now when I feel that anti-aging voice of internalized oppression creeping into my thoughts, I turn to the internet. Check out my lovely board of feisty, fun, life-loving over 40 women…. They are an inspiration.