Aging Process

Yes, I know.  No one really wants to talk about aging, but as I used the pound of concealer to cover up the crevasses on my face, I figured it might be a good topic to approach.   At the tender age of 47, I am feeling the arthritis set in, tired by 9, and really okay with eating an early dinner considered by most as senior citizen time.   I don’t qualify for an AARP card….yet, but can see those bold letters coming toward me.    To me, aging isn’t a curse.    Those crevasses on my face, I earned them.    The stretch marks and the saggy breasts, well, I earned them too.     Childbirth, gravity, and God’s plan have all created what I call today the epitome of middle age.  

The good news for me is that I inherited good genes.  My mother is almost 83 and looks like she is in her 60s.  Plastic surgery to lift, tuck, or cut the well-earned body that is my reality, isn’t on my list of things to do.  I figure that gravity will still have some pull. (Pun intended.) I would much rather spend my money on ice cream and wine.

The best thing about getting older is how wise I am.   Gosh, I look back and am baffled about how completely moronic I was and how amazing it is that I survived.  Now, not everyone that gets older, gets smarter.  There are still some people that make me wonder if getting older makes them dumber.   I guess I am one of the lucky ones

With all of that said, when I see my reflection in the mirror, I give it a smile and am grateful that I have the means to buy all the concealer that I want. It is all about perception.

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