I hate ageing. Really, really loathe it. My knees struggle on stairs every day, my hips give me constant pain. I'm tired after about 6 o'clock and angry that I can't stay up late enjoying myself.
I feel physically vulnerable and I worry about falling over. When I have fallen over or down the stairs it's agony, I have a very low pain threshold. It takes ages to recover from tiny injuries. I can no longer enjoy wine or eating late without heartburn and hideous hangovers after 2 glasses.
My mind is entirely out of step with my body. I am interested in everything, crave knowledge and delight in the smallest thing. I literally love life and living. I could read, walk, watch TV, have interesting conversations all day and never get bored of life's infinite variety.
And I'm also clearly vain
as I'm not keen on the wrinkles, grey hair, wobbly bingo wings that accompany it. And I resent the extra primers, foundations and hairdressing trips to look 'ok' or 'normal'. It all takes extra time, money and effort. It was fun when I was young as it was enhancement, now it's maintenance to not look bag lady-ish.