OVER THE HILL??
give me a break
“Over the hill “ is a weirdly dismissive way to say one has grown old. Which hill, I want to know. All of us old people have climbed more than one, some of us negotiated the first in our teens, long before we made it to old age. Some hills we had to climb two or three times before we could get to the top and slide down the other side, only to be greeted with another even steeper hill. But we climbed that one too. Maybe luck was part of it, but there is always more to learn. Life is complicated and hard. Old at last, we may know how to keep still now, to look around, to listen, to lend a hand. As you will be too, one day, if your luck holds. A little respect, please. We deserve red ribbons and lots of flowers, and maybe a cake or two.
Amen to this! I’ve climbed many a hill in my 65 years (including 115 miles of walking in two weeks on the Camino de Santiago when I was 64, keeping up with my 32-year-old daughter. So from now on, let’s say ‘Over the hill’ is the finest compliment there is 😀thanks Abigail!
There are also Tsunamis we have to survive. I'll be 80 next week. Grown children rescues and learning to forget those traumas as they grow older and rescue their own. Two grand children living and dying. That's one helluva hill I had to climb in order to remain sane. Sort of. "Over the Hill?" On the first application for Social Security for Medicare, after the instruction click to Submit, the message said, "Welcome to page for the aged." I needed to suck my thumb. That was 25 years ago. Yes, Abby, as someone commented here those hills were not all moss. Neither is rolling down a hill such as the ones we envision easy. You have always been the Queen of fabulous visuals that inspire.