Some people wish to be something that they cannot be, like tall (if short) or straight (if gay) or whatever number of years of age that one identifies as young (when they are now older than that). Some hate that they are hard of hearing, have been diagnosed with fibromyalgia, bipolar disorder, or whatever other not-like-the-others thing they are experiencing. Others want different parents or spouses or histories, and still others have invested much time, energy, and money studying something that they’ve now realized they don’t want to do for a living.
So many of us are resistant to aging, which is almost as ridiculous as being pissed off that you have to breathe oxygen for survival. We are all aging and I can’t understand how getting older is anything short of fabulous news, as the alternative is death. How can waking up tomorrow, a day older than we went to sleep the night before, be anything but a miracle? Aging is nothing but the passing of time. Fighting against it, as with all of these other things, is an extraordinary waste of time, energy, and often money. Who among us has such an excess of any of those precious resources to justify wasting them in this way?
Women have come through here stuck in all kinds of battles with what is — infertility, addiction, food allergies, abusive relationships (with partners and others), and chronic pain, just to name a few. I’ve even done it myself, with my health, and money and codependency, too. I held myself in these patterns for years before learning how and choosing to be more loving with myself. The reality is that the battle against what is never changes it.