Looking in the mirror, I have finally gotten to the point where I don’t see the excess weight as often. I don’t worry so much about the lines around my eyes. I’ve come to like the streaks of silver in my hair. These days, I more often reflect on what’s inside. I know that I am more patient today than I used to be. I see the value in friendships, relationships and gestures of kindness. I’ve slowed down, not only on the outside, but inside too. I’m much more content to spend time listening to the world around me. I savor the sunrises and sunsets. With the road ahead of me now shorter than the road behind me, finally, finally, I can love the image reflected in the mirror.
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Aging is not for sissies. One has to be tenacious, optimistic, and have a well developed sense of humor, especially when it comes to laughing at one’s self. And one needs to learn to refuse to treat aging as a disease. I hereby declare that no doctor be able to “diagnose” a problem I have […]
The older one gets, the more there is to look back on. There’s more about life to contemplate. Hitting 60 was a pretty big deal for me. I really didn’t think I would live this long. The women in my family do not have a history of longevity.
You know that old saying “If I knew that I would live this long I would have taken better care of myself”. Well, it applies to me too. I was a wild child. I didn’t have a brain cell in my head until I hit at least 30. I put myself into some dicey situations.
Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me,
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been.”