Easter and Aging
They say age is just a number…
I’ll be turning 60 on Easter Sunday.
I don’t feel sixty. Okay, sometimes I do, but most of the time I don’t. It doesn’t seem that long ago when my daughter enlightened me by telling me I was middle-aged. Of course, I found that hard to believe. I couldn’t be… could I? That’s when reality set in. I was indeed middle-aged, and that was over fifteen years ago.
One minute, I’m a little girl all dressed up in my Easter best, wearing a crinoline petticoat, with an itchy dress made of tulle and satin, a pair of white gloves, a white straw hat, and shiny patent leather shoes. The next thing I know, I’m anxiously waiting for granddaughter number four to make her debut into the world. My goodness, how time ticks by so quickly!
I don’t mind the wrinkles that come with age.
I’m not a fan of my “turkey neck,” but there are certainly worse things in life. I don’t even mind my graying hair… It’s the roots, having colored my hair for so long, that bothers me. If I could wiggle my nose—now, I’m showing my age—and simply be gray, I would.
I’m enjoying this season in my life, or better yet, I’m embracing it. With age comes perspective, insight, and, dare I say, wisdom. However, I’m still learning, and I think continuing to learn about myself, my craft, and the world, is pretty darn awesome.
Sure, I sometimes go down the rabbit hole of should have, could have, and would have, but in the end, it doesn’t do any of us any good to dwell on that. Instead, I choose to look ahead. Of course, my future is growing ever shorter, as we can never know when our days will end, but I’m here now, and you’re here now. So, as this Easter comes and goes, let’s look toward our future with hopeful hearts and gratitude. Let’s push negativity aside. Let us take each day as it comes, embrace who we are, and see the good that is within us. After all, it’s not the outside that matters; it’s who we are as people that counts.