I gave myself one task per month to prepare
for the terrifying job of being old until I die.
I was confused, but I was committed.
- Adapt my housing for old age
- Get my finances in order
- Establish an exercise regime
- Audit my eating habits
- Commit to hobbies
- Make two new friends this year and every year
- Banish ye oldie voice
- Learn a new skill this year and every year
- Cultivate meditation
- is a terrible phrase: Align happiness factors
- Be who you are
- Come to terms with old age and death
That was the plan, you can call it obsessive
call it silly or selfish neurotic excessive
misguided or negative
but hey it was systematic
and a plan gives you power, a sense of control.
You can’t control death and it’s coming regardless
but you can get to grips in advance with small things
so you know
you can still be yourself and the boss of yourself
you’re getting the gist, keeping up with the play
making decisions and having a go—
all precious and familiar things
that slither away as you grow old.
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Poem and recording by Rachel McAlpine, CC BY 2.0