diplomacy and tact. I had none then. I have a little bit now. Little is better than none.
As far as the physical end of things goes – I routinely shlepp around heavy boxes of books and do quite a bit of heavy lifting. I am going to start moving less weighty loads because I don’t think that this is good for me.
I had a shoulder injury – it seems to have healed.
I do at times wish it was a paying job, but I suspect that this won’t happen because I would, by the heads of supporting organizations, be seen as retirement fodder.
The Bright Lights Book Project is one example. Another is my horsey interests. Horse-related internships go to those who are in their twenties, because they are seen as being at the beginning and not the end of their careers. And I suspect that the same holds true of Centered Riding instructors – the youngers are the ones who most easily make their way up the ranks. The elders make these determinations, based in part on their own aches and pains.
Oh yeah, and there was this cute guy working the counter at a local restaurant. And I thought, hmm, if I were younger and he were older, we’d flirt.
It is appearing to me that I am experiencing ageism. It’s there, we all just don’t talk about it. What to do? I have two options. I can ignore it. Or I can confront it head on. Right now, I don’t know what to do. Most likely I’ll start pointing it out to people when I take note of it.
Retirement. My attitude might be different if I’d had a real job the past twenty years. I am not job weary. This is making all the difference in the world.
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