Here we all are, supposed to be super-agers, or the new brand name for boomers, the “Wellderly”. I must say, most of us are participating and sharing, contributing both the wisdom and capabilities of ‘our’ generation. We are not that concerned if the young ones are listening or not. Pearls of wisdom keep flowing, as we keep glowing with this new found vibrancy for ageing.

But we have to spend hours daily being adults. Quite normal really, but some days, do you wake up and wonder why adult?

Taking a day off to stay in the pyjamas, in bed or on the couch hiding under a cosy rug sounds appealing. I could do that today, but I’m expecting a delivery. I don’t know what time it’s coming, so I have to look presentable. Off with the PJs, into the shower, on with the washing machine, get my steps done. I’m aiming to be slim for Spring.

Ah, great Aussie indecision. Who is going to notice in particular if I do not sparkle after a shower, instead of relaxing? What about you? One afternoon recently, after midday, I hopped into bed, in my pyjamas, and read on my phone some good, old-fashioned comics. Some were hilarious. There was the classic one, about meeting some male, but apparently his ears were sold separately. Have you ever posed that “dealbreaker” question, the curly one, “Have you put out the bins?” The response: “What’s for tea?” or “What?”

So being adult means the bins are done on the correct day, no need to overthink things. If the bills arrive and are not urgent, we can procrastinate, “later” covers a lot of things. If I do not do that pile of dishes before I head off to bed, I’ll have time before I sleep to listen to music I like instead. But the dishes will still be waiting in the morning. They are patient little chaps. Have you senior gals ever heard this one? “Leave the dishes, I’ll do them!” Hell yeah, sort of not. Yes, we women quickly learnt to “adult”, finally getting to bed after all is clean and tidy in the kitchen. It is only routine adulting.

Go on, tomorrow, plan a day off, “super-agers”. Only a little bit of walking or exercise, sit in the back yard, under a tree, or enjoy some sunlight. Inhale fresh air. If it is raining, sit down and watch some kids’ cartoons, or a favourite movie. Eat unhealthy for once, like chocolates, chips and lollies, while singing along to an old musical. If the grandchildren are over, we can introduce them to nostalgic politically banned favourites like “Grease”, or perennial films we all loved when we were younger. Not being an adult could be a “dancethon” for fun, playing our old music, or theirs. Be messy, clean up tomorrow! Why adult?

If there is a significant other in the household, both of the boomers can sit down and not adult. Live in peace, it’s so refreshing. There are lots of old nostalgic shows and series on television. If we are single, as I am, we can date ourselves at home. We are the one! Hark, I hear Cadbury’s sweet voice calling. I bought chocolates as gifts for people. Adults give gifts, but seniors who take a day off can sit down with a treat. Winter time is perfect for not adulting. Hide under the blankets, stop being such super “wellderly” role models. It’s so fatiguing. Why are you adulting today? Relax, refresh, may all our worries be little ones!