I have to admit that I never thought aging was going to be this mean. On one hand I'm still alive (77) and able to be with friends and family while on the other hand my body, which doesn't look any different size and muscle wise is so much weaker. It is so frustrating and hard to accept. Having to be polite to all those well intended people willing to give you a hand is appreciated and at the same time maddening. Not at them, at the need.
Internal problem! I know and I would never say anything negative to someone whose only crime was to try and help me. It all became clear two years ago on Christmas Eve. We had our traditional Christmas Eve family get together, I had brought some Shrimp in one of those circular trays with the cocktail sauce in a little cup in the center. I spent 10 minutes just trying to pull the cover off that little cup and I had to finally ask my 19 year old granddaughter if she would try. Of course, she just pulled the tab and in seconds it was open. That was the same tab I had been tugging on the previous 10 minutes. She graciously told me that I had loosened it so it made it easier for her, but I knew better.
Although I still feel that there is no ride in Disney that I cannot handle, I've become more aware that somethings aren't worth the possible consequences. I would never just sit on a bench and watch others have a good time, but I am also wise enough to not press my luck for a two minute ride. There are only a few that I will skip but there are some voluntarily off-limits to me now.
