I always say, sort of tongue in cheek, that I'm not aging gracefully. But in all seriousness, it seems to be true. I had a real hard time with 30 but 40 was fine. Now at 47 and 50 being closer than 40, I'm ok with that too. I am mostly gray now and my husband has almost given up begging me to grow out my hair. Thanks to some help from our daughter on that one.

Physically, I can be a wreck at times. I seem to wear out and break down way to easy for my liking. Too many repairs done on an OR table for my liking. Rarely does my body feel like I can just get up and go, but that's what I do anyhow.

Mind and spirit? Sometimes I feel beaten by life in general. We got married much too young and have had more than our share of BS, including being haunted by the IRS for the last 8 years. Stuff like that just seems to find us, and even tho it usually works out in the end, I would be fine without all the drama.

Then there are the times when I think my husband must be from a different planet because we obviously don't speak the same language. There is no way he'd talk to customers or coworkers the way he speaks to me, but when I speak up I'm the bad guy. For the record, I'm the "pack leader" here, and sometimes his whining is enough to make me crazy. There are many times I want to just call it a day but then I feel guilty because I feel responsible for him. Sometimes I can totally understand why someone would want to fake their own death just to disappear!

I know I feel better when I get some exercise, so that's what I'm doing. I was going to be happy being an uninjured couch potato, but that doesn't work either.

I loved reading what everyone has written here. Good stuff.