I struggle with consistency. No, I’m not talking about the consistency of the texture in a baked cake or potato kugel. Nor am I talking about the consistency of the mayonnaise as it is mashed inside tuna fish. (although I have trouble getting my tuna so perfectly mashed —and one of my daughters-in-law is by contrast amazing at making very consistently mashed tuna fish sandwiches!)
But again, I digress!
The kind of consistency that I have trouble with, has more to do with my commitments to myself regarding habits and goals.
What in the world am I talking about? (you ask).
When I was growing up, both my grandmothers lived nearby. They were busy, active and had set routines in their lives. However, to me, they were —well, old.
In fact, at that time, I considered the elderly to be in one broad age bracket – 45 and up. Anyone above the age of 45 was “old” to me. Anyone above the age of 60, was “very old,” and anyone above the age of 70 was “ancient.” I don’t know when this self-created age chart changed, but these days I don’t think any age is really old. I truly believe age is a state of mind, as cliche as that sounds. If someone is active at the age of 95 (and I know many who are extremely vital and active at that age), then to me they are not old…at least in the broad brushed sense that I perceived back in those childhood years of mine. Continue reading