Conquering Our Fear of Getting Old

FOGO is real and it is beatable.

Bob Jasper
Crow’s Feet

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Photo by David Sinclair on Unsplash

[Before getting into my story, I want to thank Jill Ebstein for the title and subtitle and the encouragement to write this piece.]

I retired in 2011 at 66. I didn’t feel old then, but now at 79, I do. Some say age is only a number. My body says otherwise. Parts of it no longer work so well. The mind isn’t as sharp as it used to be. I have more senior moments. Words often escape me. It takes more effort to write.

Here are some suggestions to beat down the fear of getting older (FOGO).

Maintain relationships.

My aunt Wilma died two years ago at age 93. She enjoyed writing letters so much she even wrote weekly to a friend of her deceased sister, whom she had never met. Toward the end, she complained that she couldn’t remember how to make certain letters. Her fingers couldn’t make the strokes. Upbeat to the end, she never complained, even when she had to give up driving and move in with her daughter.

Though she couldn’t respond to my letters, I continued to write. Later, I heard from Wilma’s daughter about how much my aunt appreciated my letters. We had formed a relationship and that relationship continued to uplift both of us.

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Bob Jasper
Crow’s Feet

My Muse is in hiding, but we cross paths from time to time. I think I gave the old guy too much grief. Maybe he quit without notice.