Random and Peculiar
Sixty-seven, another year soon will have passed, and I will arrive at sixty-seven; seems like such a random and peculiar number. I find it hard to believe that I have gone far past sixty and am creeping closer to seventy as each day and month go by.
Looking at my grandchildren I am reminded of how many years
have passed; this year they will be turning 11, 13 and 18. Where did so many years
go? It is humbling when they start to look you in the eye or become tall enough
so you must look up to them. You begin to think of their future and hope that
you will be there to see them graduate, go to college, get married, and maybe,
even have children.
Most days I do not even think about my age. I am in good
health and make sure I get regular exercise, so I don’t “feel” my age. Having
hobbies certainly keeps me moving and busy, which is key to maintaining good
physical and mental health. Don’t get me wrong, there are days I may be a bit
tired and slower to get things done, but overall, I have no complaints.
If I look closely the telltale gray hairs remind me that I
am no longer as young as I may feel. I admit that I have colored my hair for
many years, but recently contemplated life without hiding behind color. So, I
decided to be brave and am currently in the process of growing out the color
with highlights that “try” to mix in with the gray roots. It has not been easy
when I look in the mirror, but I will persevere and see what happens. In time I
hope to see and love the natural me.
My skin that once appeared toned and smooth now has all the
signs of years in the sun. You can call them freckles or age spots, but they
are life’s reminder of the passing of time. All the creams and lotions in the
world cannot change the natural transition over the years, so it is best to accept
and embrace it.
When I see young women pass by, I wonder if they truly
appreciate the years they are in, or do they believe they will look the way
they do now forever? I want to tell them to treasure every moment as the aging
process does not skip by any of us. In time we all need to come to terms with
this truth.
Sixty-seven, so random and peculiar, will arrive whether I want it or not. My only choice is to accept it and find peace with the woman in the mirror and celebrate her life.
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