When I say I miss the 70s, I don’t really miss the 70s. I just miss being young. I would never want to go back to the immaturity of being in my 20s, but I miss the feeling of being young.
I miss having long hair and looking attractive.
I miss my husband and I taking long walks anywhere we wanted to go, at night, sometimes with friends.
I miss taking walks along the White River. I miss going to African parties and dancing for hours.
I miss having our whole lives ahead of us, listening to Seals & Crofts, Mimi and Richard Farina, Pete Seeger, Motown, Richie Havens, and all the feelings of hope and change, in that music.
When I remember those days, I still “feel like” that person. I can still imagine my husband and I getting ready to go out at night with friends, and we don’t have gray hair and aging bodies. This aging process is really odd. In some ways, we just don’t care if we don’t look perfect or even GOOD, anymore!! We are not out to please the world. In other ways, I do not know the person in the mirror these days.
Gotta go now, my husband and I are going out for the evening — gray hair and all.
Doctor Grandma 
January 24, 2010 at 5:14 am |
Well I know how you feel! But I thought you looked great last time I saw you. We may not look youthful anymore, but middle age women still have a certain beauty about them.