The Older I Get, the Luckier I Feel Aging | Who, Me?

— from Rosie Kuhn —

Standing at the left cash register in the Island Hardware Store on Orcas Island, glancing into the back of the store, you will read: “If You are Lucky Enough to Live on Orcas Island, You are Lucky Enough.”

It only took me 12 years of visiting Island Hardware to actually see this huge sign that is discolored with age. It had been there a long time, but somehow I missed these wise words. They have had a profound on me, because, up until the moment that I read those words, I took being Lucky Enough for granted. I saw life as a struggle, and that no matter how good life was, I believed it could always be better. This affected my attitude and my moods. I’d be happier if only…

Throughout my childhood, every morning began for my parents in the glassed-in sun porch overlooking the beautiful Detroit River. They sat with each other, their coffee, the crossword puzzles, and without their hungry brood of nine children. They immersed themselves in the beauty of the day, more often than not, before dawn. This was the only time in their overwhelming day when they could be bathed in Nature’s essence. Sounds of the ducks and geese quacking and honking, the lake freighters and small wooden fishing boats cracking the sound of silence.

When we kids would wake up and interrupt my parent’s solitude, my dad would inevitably say, “Isn’t this the most beautiful day ever?” Because everyday looked the same to me, I believed my dad was just making stuff up to make us look outside, and see outside ourselves.

Being Lucky Enough is an interesting experience regardless of what stage of aging we are in. Like, at six, losing my front teeth, I thought I looked hideous, but at the same time, the Tooth Fairy brought me some money. I felt lucky.

When I finally had my first boyfriend, I felt lucky to have someone like me enough. At the same time, I lost my sense of self by always trying to be what he wanted me to be. This was a life-long pattern that made me pretty unhappy for much of my life. I finally got lucky when I got wise to the fact that I myself can value who I am, no matter what, and no matter who is around me.

We feel lucky when we find a job and quit a job; marry our dream mate and divorce them. We feel lucky when we imagine the morning rush hour traffic somewhere else, as we easily drive to work passing a few cars on the road to Eastsound.

There are sayings about boats and horses, probably planes and other big investments, that the luckiest day is the day you bought your boat, horse, plane–and the day you sold it. There are a lot of people who are feeling Lucky Enough right now.

Living in a small community, where going to the store can be a major social event, makes me lucky. The clerks and cashiers who have been doing the same job for years, smile and greet me with a heartfelt hello, are part of a network of people with whom I have a connection. Friends, neighbors, and community members with whom I can I can laugh and be myself, make me feel luckier than most.

Every morning, like my parents, I sit with my coffee in the midst of the beauty of nature. I read and I write for the first hour of my day — not before dawn, ever. I feel lucky that my brain functions and allows me to string words together in at least a coherent fashion. I feel lucky that arthritis hasn’t kicked in yet, so my fingers are pain free for now. I feel lucky that my trailer is warm and comfortable, and that my Island Goods coffee tastes exactly the way I want it to. And, in this phase of my aging process, I am able to access and utilize wisdom like I’ve never been able to before even today. That makes me lucky.

After an hour of writing, when it’s time to take my dog Gracie for a walk, my hips and back are stiff and achy, but as I walk down my lane and the aches and stiffness subside, I feel Lucky Enough to have such freedom to move about.

After six decades of believing I knew more, and was smarter than everyone else — especially my parents — I now have a perspective on life and myself that allows me to be more open to what makes life worth living. Even though I thought I was smarter, that didn’t make me happier. I now know that I only have to be smart enough to know that I’m Lucky Enough. Though this flies in the face of my three master’s degrees and a Ph.D., well, I feel Lucky Enough to learn that I can learn. That too makes me lucky.

If you’d like to join me in the AGING – Who Me in-person discussions at the Senior Center, we are meeting this coming Tuesday – February 14, from 1 to 2:30 pm. For more information, or if you’d like to talk on a one to one basis, call me — Dr. Rosie Kuhn — at 360-376-4323.

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The Older I Get, the Luckier I Feel Aging | Who, Me? — 7 Comments

  1. Thank you for sharing this. I really enjoyed reading it and am sure many others will as well.

  2. I echo your feelings: Walking around the West Sound neighborhood today on a “balmy” sunny day, my “Lucky Button” was pushed full on…….

  3. Thanks, Rosie, for sharing. Definitely resonates. I particularly appreciate: “I now have a perspective on life and myself that allows me to be more open to what makes life worth living. I now know that I only have to be smart enough to know that I’m Lucky Enough.”

  4. Thanks, Rosie. Miles and I look out the window on each new day and say
    how lucky we are to be here! Then we enjoy watching whatever weather the
    day has brought us while having a good breakfast.

  5. Thank you, Rosie. I would only extend the conversation by adding that our “luck” of living on Orcas in most cases is a result of choices made. I recall the old definition: “Luck – when opportunity meets preparation.”…now “gratitude” —that is something different.

  6. Thank you to you all for sharing your comments. And, yes, we are lucky enough to be able to choose to live here on Orcas. Yes, being grateful that I’m luck enough is a huge part of the experience of living a lucky life!

  7. How did I miss this sign?!? I have a list of all the things, qualities, I would miss if I left this island, returned to whereever it was i was last. I never “moved” here, i came on an errand for my mom, as a scout. 20 years have passed this month. I never left.
    All
    I have to do is step out of my home into the community, beauty and sense of belonging and during my errands i think as Rosie has written. Yes, a lifetimeof choices and luck. I am a lucky wabbit.