As Old As You Feel


It was my birthday today. I turned 65 and jokingly wrote on my Facebook page “Am I old now?” At one time I would have been expecting to get the old age pension on reaching this birthday but the government changed the pension age and now I have to wait another two years. That’s bad because the age pension is more than the benefit I’m on now and it is indexed to the cost of living which Jobseeker is not. I can’t help thinking that it would help the economy if they allowed people to get the pension at 65 again. There would be more jobs available for younger people and more pensioners with disposable income spending money. However, that’s a rant for another day.

Humorous birthday card

Mum always used to say “You are as old as you feel”. Well, my body definitely feels older. I don’t have the same strength in my knees and ankles so kneeling is harder and getting up again is even worse. I was outside planting bulbs today and I had to do it from a standing position as I didn’t think I’d be able to get up if I kneeled on the ground.

I can’t always sleep through the night without needing to go to the bathroom. That’s annoying. When I look at the skin on my hands and arms I see fine lines that weren’t there before. I am grey but I have been going grey since my thirties so that’s no big deal.

A lot of my friends back in the Huon Valley were older than me so perhaps that’s why I never felt old when I was around them. I have a “birthday twin”, he turned 70 today. Seventy sounds old to me but it’s only five years away. Maybe when I’m 70 I won’t think it is old.

my birthday cards from another year.

In my mind I don’t feel a lot different although I do think more often about getting older. I’m certainly closer to the end of life than the beginning.

I still like the same things. I still want to go places although I’m more cautious physically. I’ll probably never sit on the top deck of a bus anymore because the stairs frighten me; but in many ways I still feel like a girl or young woman in my mind.

If you asked me “How old do you feel?” I honestly couldn’t say. I just feel like me. Sixty five years young.

Photo by Thirdman on Pexels.com

Taswegian1957

I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband, David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. Currently we have five pets between us. Naomi's two dogs Toby and Teddy and cats, Tigerwoods and Panther and my cat Polly. My dog Cindy passed away aged 16 in April 2022.

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