It’s been an interesting year. Almost a year ago, to the day, I turned fifty. It was no big deal. Just another birthday. It’s only a number. That was before my body rose up against me.
Every symptom I Googled brought up an article that started with the words “At a certain age . . .” WHAT certain age? Surely I’m not at any certain age.
Look, it took me forty years to feel beautiful in my body, only to find a completely different one now, just a few years later. What cruel joke is this?
Well I’m not going back to hating myself and despising the person in the mirror. There is another birthday looming, and I am determined to find the beauty in my new self.
The following is what I have come up with so far:
- Older and wiser. The decisions I make are based on experience, not whim or intuition. When people ask my opinion they take it to heart.
- Beautiful. People are beautiful. Faces are stories. Eyes are windows. My face and eyes say I have a story.
- Confidence. Having experience brings confidence. As I age, I am more confident in the beliefs I hold, based on my experiences. Having confidence allows me to be myself. Right out loud. Ever wonder why Gramma Shirley was so outspoken? The span of life experience and the confidence it gave her, earned her to right to speak up. I can’t wait to be really old so I can say some really outrageous stuff!
- Death defying. Let’s face it. Every day is a gamble. Step out your door and you take your life in your own hands. Heck, stay in and suffer stroke or fall on a wet floor. I have made it through FIFTY-ONE Minnesota winters and have lived to tell about it. As of this writing, I have defied death 18,625 days in a row!
- Touch. Never underestimate the power of human contact. As we age, we are touched less and less. It is a hunger from which many don’t even know they are starving. Hug much. Squeeze a hand. Kiss a cheek. Pat a back. Link an elbow. Nudge an arm in jest. It is the one gift I receive as I give.
- Openness. I keep my mind open, and let everything fly in. I believe it is when we close our mind to ideas and people that we become old. I’ve met a great deal of young people who seem very old because they have closed their minds to new things. And my heart. I keep my heart open.
- Hands. My hands may be arthritic, but they can type my thoughts. They can prepare meals, work in the garden and scratch a dog’s ear. They wear rings that carry meaning for me. They remind me of my mother’s own arthritic hands which never stopped moving despite her limitations.
- Peace. The opposite of peace is fear. Fear comes from worrying about what has happened in the past or will happen in the future. There is only now. Right now, and only now, can I choose to be at peace.
- Passion. For life, for love, for creation. My passion starts and ends with me. No one can give it to me, nor can they steal it for their own. On these pages are my passion. Enjoy it, hate it, comment on it, but you will not feel it as I feel it. And as long as I feel it, I am new.
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Brownie Batter Chocolate Fudge Cupcakes
on Kevin & Amanda’s Recipes/Delicious recipes to spice up your dinner rotation.