I’ll admit it, every now and then I look in the mirror and am shocked that I no longer see a young woman. I know I shouldn’t be surprised by this, but in my head I’m still 30-ish and still figuring it all out. I think for a lot of us the hardest part about aging is the identity crisis of our outsides no longer matching who we feel we are on the inside.
But I was also thinking about one close friend of ours who has a debilitating disease, and just underwent a major organ transplant. I think about another, who is undergoing yet another round of nasty chemo for a recurring brain tumor. And I realize, again….aging is a privilege.
Of course, we want to look and feel our best, to take care of our bodies (and minds!) in whatever way adds to the quality of our life. But the hand wringing about another birthday, another wrinkle, physical evidence of the years…that’s got to go. We don’t have to luuurrrve each and every change, but let’s embrace the idea of a life well-lived, and the new opportunities that every year, (heck, every DAY) brings.
(This post was prompted by a conversation overheard in an elevator.)