I have for years delved deep into my own psyche with the hope of encountering novel insights on human nature via learning more about my own nature. And it's become a habit - when I write, that I often burrow down well under my surface thinking to try and uncover ideas that lead me to new perspectives, but which sometimes take me out of my comfort zone. Where I then have a choice between following my nose along the trail I'm trying to 'blaze' or I could claw my way back up to the surface to re-align myself with more familiar, less worrying and generally acceptable ways of viewing a subject.
Therefore, the neuroses levels rise and fall (rise and fall).
But you know, aging, for me, is not the central problem. I'm aware that it's something I've been doing since I was young. The beliefs differ when the aging process starts, some say from when we take our first breath and I recall years ago hearing about studies that pointed to the age of 12, but there does seem to be some kind of consensus on the internet, so in today's world, for around the 30 year age mark, or specifically given here - this article states that the process of aging begins at age 25 for women and age 29 for men.
If the statement is true, I've already spent over 50% of my life, aging. Kind of humbling? Well, only if I was around the 30 year age mark.
My blogs on aging first stemmed from a point of interest raised in someone else's blog, concerned with that someone resisting to take help offered with lifting something heavy, which resulted in a nasty injury. Which, in fact, could happen at any age, but the bottom line in that blog was that the injury was linked with growing old.
While my current position in respect of aging - where I'm coming from - was amplified by Braembel (on 360), which is that I hope to hold together well enough, both mentally and physically, to maintain a place in the workplace up to the time of a pensionable age (with nearly another decade to go) because I have taken a liking to having a regular income.
I'm aware of building health issues these past few years that weren't there before, and I want to stay seated in reality about this.
That others have identified my moving beyond middle age a notch into old age, won't allow me to hide from that reality anyway. But it would be nice for acceptance to seep gently, in. Instead, I had my little kick and scream - and what we perceive, we don't have to like but we do need to make what we see, palatable, to thus fathom our way through to an acceptance of changing states in mind and body.
I have been struggling to find the emotional fortitude to "see", or imagine, myself in the workplace for yet another 8 or so years when the potential for a growing physical disability looms large in my mind. And I hadn't realised how large until I started 'spilling my guts' about a negative reaction I recently had, a symptom I guess of my own fears pushing me to reject a proposition that I've mentally seen - before I'm emotionally ready to take it in.
Although, to learn that my experiences are shared by other people from my generation has been cathartic to some extent.
However, there is the prospect that the transition from one self-image to another, middle age into old age, can be seen as a struggle much like the caterpillar shedding its immature aspect to finally become the butterfly. But to find this standpoint, for many of us, we will first need to revalue upwards the outlooks we have on forevermore losing the bloom of our youth.
Therefore, the neuroses levels rise and fall (rise and fall).
But you know, aging, for me, is not the central problem. I'm aware that it's something I've been doing since I was young. The beliefs differ when the aging process starts, some say from when we take our first breath and I recall years ago hearing about studies that pointed to the age of 12, but there does seem to be some kind of consensus on the internet, so in today's world, for around the 30 year age mark, or specifically given here - this article states that the process of aging begins at age 25 for women and age 29 for men.
If the statement is true, I've already spent over 50% of my life, aging. Kind of humbling? Well, only if I was around the 30 year age mark.
My blogs on aging first stemmed from a point of interest raised in someone else's blog, concerned with that someone resisting to take help offered with lifting something heavy, which resulted in a nasty injury. Which, in fact, could happen at any age, but the bottom line in that blog was that the injury was linked with growing old.
While my current position in respect of aging - where I'm coming from - was amplified by Braembel (on 360), which is that I hope to hold together well enough, both mentally and physically, to maintain a place in the workplace up to the time of a pensionable age (with nearly another decade to go) because I have taken a liking to having a regular income.
I'm aware of building health issues these past few years that weren't there before, and I want to stay seated in reality about this.
That others have identified my moving beyond middle age a notch into old age, won't allow me to hide from that reality anyway. But it would be nice for acceptance to seep gently, in. Instead, I had my little kick and scream - and what we perceive, we don't have to like but we do need to make what we see, palatable, to thus fathom our way through to an acceptance of changing states in mind and body.
I have been struggling to find the emotional fortitude to "see", or imagine, myself in the workplace for yet another 8 or so years when the potential for a growing physical disability looms large in my mind. And I hadn't realised how large until I started 'spilling my guts' about a negative reaction I recently had, a symptom I guess of my own fears pushing me to reject a proposition that I've mentally seen - before I'm emotionally ready to take it in.
Although, to learn that my experiences are shared by other people from my generation has been cathartic to some extent.
However, there is the prospect that the transition from one self-image to another, middle age into old age, can be seen as a struggle much like the caterpillar shedding its immature aspect to finally become the butterfly. But to find this standpoint, for many of us, we will first need to revalue upwards the outlooks we have on forevermore losing the bloom of our youth.
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