I don’t feel older, and I’ve always believed that age is more about attitude than some chronological measure. Yet, I have to admit it takes me 10 minutes every morning to loosen up my back in order to start my day. This week was a stark reminder that I’m not as young as I used to be.
Six weeks ago, I tried to cut the end of my index finger off – not intentionally, by the way. I was amazed at how much that injury affected what I could get done, and it’s a long way from being healed.
On Monday of last week, I was holding a gate that a cow was trying to go through, and another finger got pinched in the process. It stung at the time, but it felt broken by the following morning.
So now I’m trying to type this with only three fingers, which is difficult for me. More problematic, however, is trying to run a loader tractor with part of one hand.
Then, this weekend, we were sorting calves. I moved to cut a calf off, by hopping to the side, and pulled a hamstring.
I’m still relatively young, but this little rash of injuries has taught me I’m not as young as I used to be. It also underscores that I need to get smarter about things.
I’ve got a neighbor who is kind of our local philosopher; he just looked at me and laughed before saying “When a man can’t pick his own nose, it is probably time to re-evaluate.” He smiled and continued, “It is a natural evolution, we all go from young buck to smart chief. By the looks of you, you required a few reminders.”
I probably would have ignored him in the past, but maybe he is right – I’m evolving. And part of that evolutio n is beginning to understand just how good of a teacher experience is.