Snap. Crackle. Pop!

So, here’s another thing they don’t tell you.

You’re younger than Springtime and old as the hills and at some  point, when you least expect it, you bend over to pick something up and you find yourself being accompanied by a collection of sounds better suited to the percussion section of a junior high school orchestra. What’s that about?

Here a snap. There a crackle. Then a pop! And good luck standing back up without a sigh, a groan and a whisper. The surprises of growing older never cease. And apparently they come with their own soundtrack. 

Not that that’s a bad thing. It’s a great exercise in remembering to not take anything for granted and being appreciative for everything you have...or have had. Think of it this way – your body is trying to tell you something, maybe something like,”We’re not 23 anymore, so that move isn’t happening anymore.” Everything does have a shelf life, after all.

 A physical therapist friend of mine told me she thinks everyone over 60 should do physical therapy, not because you need to heal or fix something, but maybe you need to adapt to the new you you’ve become and find out what you can and can not do, or better yet, should not do. It’s kind of like coming to understand when you should cut back on deserts...or alcohol...or untucked shirts...or leggings........I could go on. Shelf life...just sayin’.

“I’m a massive fan of the Stones, and I don’t think anybody should deny them the right to carry on making music. I just wish they wouldn’t wear leggings.”

– Noel Gallagher