This blog presents the ideas and creative thinking of some of Utah's talented older adult writers. Their submissions are to inform and entertain, not to present policy or opinion positions of the Utah Commission on Aging. Enjoy.
Behind that smiling countenance and bullet-proof positive attitude that you’re likely to encounter is the other me: frustrated, beaten down and yes, depressed. Sometimes. Lately it feels like it’s more often than not. My aging spinal cord injury isn’t helping things. Walking, even with crutches, is more difficult than ever. Two worn out painful shoulders are awaiting replacement surgery. Leg spasms are ruling the day. Waaah. Sounds like a lot of complaining to me.
The other day, while scrolling down the list of Apple News top stories on my iPhone, I nearly threw my phone in the garbage can. In my 71 years, I can’t remember reading so many horribly negative, depressing headlines in one small space.
On the calendar, it says July 4th is Independence Day. To me, every day is a day to celebrate our independence and freedom.
Remember when you were a kid and with the first snowfall you couldn’t wait to get the snowsuit on, complete with the mittens-on-a-string? You made a snowman, snow cave, or went sleigh riding on the nearest hill.