Last March I wrote a blog titled “You Never Know When The Last Time You Have Sex………Will Be The Last Time You Had Sex“, in which I wrote that was to be my first ever blog because I wanted very much to write about universal topics effecting older people. I went on to state that I lost that first column in my computer and try though we might, neither I nor my wonderful WordPress Coach, Lucy, could find it. I wrote four or five different blogs to get my feet wet, and when I felt I was ready for primetime, I decided to recreate my intended début as best I could. It seemed okay to me and so I published it.
Last week, lo and behold I found the original blog, a hard copy printed out for the very situation I faced. Knowing I could go back and edit the original, I was confident that with a word change here and a comma there it would take no time at all to make it right and no one would be any the wiser. Not so! The original was quite different and so it can now carry out two goals, it can stay a metaphor for life, and a brutal reminder, that law school is no longer an option. If I can not remember my own words how could I remember anyone else’s? So with no further a comment here is the original!
You never know when the last time you had sex, will be the last time you have sex……Now that I have your attention, let me say this is not a blog about sex (so sorry). It is simply a metaphor for growing older. Just think about it. Either by death, desertion or disease your sex life can come to an abrupt, untimely end, but isn’t this true in every part of our lives. No one knows what the day will bring as we leave home each morning. Will we get a devastating phone call, will we encounter an old friend and learn bad news about a mutual acquaintance or will we have an accident that forever changes our life? While this is not exclusive to older people, it certainly becomes more probable as we age. Just as our vulnerability increases, our life begins to shrink!
I was fortunate to have a very stimulating life, even if I didn’t always know it at the time. I worked as an interior designer, involved in challenging projects with an ever-changing cast of characters. I have spent the last fifteen years as a motivational speaker seeing hundreds of people a week, in other words constantly interacting with a diverse cross-section of the population. I guess I’ll have to adjust to life without an audience or perhaps become a “Kardashian”!I
I have become, perhaps for the first time in my life, frightened…….not of getting sick or even the final indignity death, but of having a very small life!I
My life is now filled with “what ifs”. What if I can’t drive? What if I can’t take care of myself? What if my husband can’t take care of himself? Never mind, I already know what to do in that case, make him dinner and turn on the golf channel. But what if he dies? When I was younger none of these thoughts crossed my mind, now my life is one big What If.
So you can see how I came to my first question about sex, it was just another in along line of What Ifs. I feel this is a common thread for all of us and would love to have your comments on your “what ifs”, lets just hope those comments don’t give me more things to worry about.!!!