While reading this article one more athlete came to my mind..Mithali Raj, undoubtedly the best batter in women’s cricket. Mithali is 38 now and still scoring match winning runs in almost 90 percent of the matches that she plays but people still want her to retire. If you ask those fans, administrators or former cricketers, why should Mithali retire, their answer is because is 38. At the age of 38 who still plays cricket? (Ofcourse Sachin Tendulkar went on till he was 40 but well different gender different rules)
On a personal note, I celebrated my 30th birthday last year and ever since my friends and colleagues have been calling me “brave” for being who I am and for wearing whatever I feel comfortable wearing. Somebody went on to the extent of saying I haven’t “aged” at all. I have been confused much..adulting anyway is tough but along with adulting if I have to concentrate on aging (which I thought would automatically happen and I wouldn’t need to put in any effort) as well then it’s doomsday for me!
I am so happy that Sr T & P have come up with this newsletter. I have hopes of reading such ground breaking articles. I loved reading this and enjoyed the way you guys have written it.
All the best to you guys.
Love from Jr. T
P.S - We aren't Sr and Jr because of our ages but because Sr T is super duper lucky to have got the chance to be my elder sister.
I love your sass. The both of you are obviously comfortable with yourselves - rare in this fishbowl like world. And I was thinking, bravery is so much about getting past what we ourselves fear/ a boundary of the mind that we cross for ourselves because we are paying Attention to our own experience.
I read your piece, then went for a swim in the swollen backwaters. I came out to a woman swimming in the pool who wanted to swim in the ‘wild’ but had convinced herself that it was too dangerous. She called me ‘brave.’ I didn’t think I was. I'm looking forward to having you both in my inbox.
Even as I type, I calculate the small fortune I spend on salons, and the other small fortune i intend to spend on a personal trainer, in the decade to decade quest for immortality. Adulting is aeging? NOOOO. Adulting is being able to tell the difference between a flex and a coping mechanism. Really got me running my finger through my falling hair, and picking them off my shy biceps T and P. Thank you for the feels *heart*.
"Growing up means seeing doors closing on you." Shudder. That resonated more strongly than I would've liked for it to. I am now thinking of the nuances of growing up vs. growing old, how ageism works differently in different cultures (favouring the young in some, and the older in others), and the idea that getting on in years is a sort of inevitable defeat that must be accepted. Yes, this is me trying to shake off that initial reaction to the doors closing thing. But this body... what to do with this body? You can reason your way around the grey hair (elegant!) or the fine lines (character!), but the ever-depleting internal reserves are something that cannot be ignored. That is, I think, the door that truly starts closing on you after a while, and it is not necessarily an external door being shut by someone else.
While reading this article one more athlete came to my mind..Mithali Raj, undoubtedly the best batter in women’s cricket. Mithali is 38 now and still scoring match winning runs in almost 90 percent of the matches that she plays but people still want her to retire. If you ask those fans, administrators or former cricketers, why should Mithali retire, their answer is because is 38. At the age of 38 who still plays cricket? (Ofcourse Sachin Tendulkar went on till he was 40 but well different gender different rules)
On a personal note, I celebrated my 30th birthday last year and ever since my friends and colleagues have been calling me “brave” for being who I am and for wearing whatever I feel comfortable wearing. Somebody went on to the extent of saying I haven’t “aged” at all. I have been confused much..adulting anyway is tough but along with adulting if I have to concentrate on aging (which I thought would automatically happen and I wouldn’t need to put in any effort) as well then it’s doomsday for me!
I am so happy that Sr T & P have come up with this newsletter. I have hopes of reading such ground breaking articles. I loved reading this and enjoyed the way you guys have written it.
All the best to you guys.
Love from Jr. T
P.S - We aren't Sr and Jr because of our ages but because Sr T is super duper lucky to have got the chance to be my elder sister.
I love your sass. The both of you are obviously comfortable with yourselves - rare in this fishbowl like world. And I was thinking, bravery is so much about getting past what we ourselves fear/ a boundary of the mind that we cross for ourselves because we are paying Attention to our own experience.
I read your piece, then went for a swim in the swollen backwaters. I came out to a woman swimming in the pool who wanted to swim in the ‘wild’ but had convinced herself that it was too dangerous. She called me ‘brave.’ I didn’t think I was. I'm looking forward to having you both in my inbox.
Congrats, T and P! I think you've started a brave reweaving of the tapestry of the future and I can't wait to read more.
Even as I type, I calculate the small fortune I spend on salons, and the other small fortune i intend to spend on a personal trainer, in the decade to decade quest for immortality. Adulting is aeging? NOOOO. Adulting is being able to tell the difference between a flex and a coping mechanism. Really got me running my finger through my falling hair, and picking them off my shy biceps T and P. Thank you for the feels *heart*.
"Growing up means seeing doors closing on you." Shudder. That resonated more strongly than I would've liked for it to. I am now thinking of the nuances of growing up vs. growing old, how ageism works differently in different cultures (favouring the young in some, and the older in others), and the idea that getting on in years is a sort of inevitable defeat that must be accepted. Yes, this is me trying to shake off that initial reaction to the doors closing thing. But this body... what to do with this body? You can reason your way around the grey hair (elegant!) or the fine lines (character!), but the ever-depleting internal reserves are something that cannot be ignored. That is, I think, the door that truly starts closing on you after a while, and it is not necessarily an external door being shut by someone else.
Congrats T and P on your “brave” new adventure! Buena suerte!!