So today I decided to revamp my blog and call it “Life After 70.” It inspires me to come to this blog and share my life with you…the ups and downs. My new mindset began in June…
…when I made the decision to put my house up for sale. I realized I’d been living in a box.
Four years after I buried my husband, the love of my life, I realized it was time to begin a new phase of life. After all, I had crossed a bridge…one that put me over the age of 70. I had been living inside four walls in my “comfort zone.” I felt trapped into existing in a house that had outgrown me. Living in a box.
Truthfully, I don’t feel being over 70 means I’m old or that my life should be winding down into a sedentary life. Nor should you! I love working part-time as the Office Manager at my church. I love to meet with friends and visit, shop, and have long lunches where someone waits on me. I like to walk. I love to read. I like to walk. I love people. But I have to admit these old bones just aren’t what they used to be!
I cannot keep up with the yard work…okay, I don’t WANT to keep up with the yard work. My old ticker doesn’t like pushing a lawn mower under beautiful sunny skies. I’d rather be sitting on the deck and enjoying the sights and sounds as I sip a cup of tea and think about what I’m going to write next.
This home I live in is a bi-level, which means the minute I walk inside the door, I must make a decision to go upstairs or downstairs. Or just stand on the landing and think about it for a while and maybe forget why I’m standing there.
Carrying groceries up the stairs to the kitchen is a major chore. There is only so much fast food one can tolerate.
Carrying dirty laundry downstairs to wash, and then carrying the clean laundry back upstairs is another challenge. Many nights I prefer to avoid the stairs and watch TV in my bedroom instead of in the downstairs family room.
So four years of doing this while living alone has taken a toll on me mentally and yes, I must admit, physically as well. No more stairs was beginning to be my mantra. And the only way out was to break of the box I’d been living in.
At the age of 70 plus, the thought of taking on a 30-year mortgage was a bit frightening, but not as much as the thought of spending the rest of my golden years in an apartment.
The decision was made. I was going to sell the house and have a new beginning. I would look into purchasing a condo…no steps…two bedrooms…and a garage.
And so the story begins of my transition into a new beginning of life after 70. I was going to punch my way out of the box I’d put myself in.
(More to come…)