I'm on the cusp of leaving my 50's behind and I gotta say that I won't be sorry to see them in the rearview mirror. It's ironic because I spent my 30's and 40's trying my best to ignore that fact that time waits for no man (or woman), and yes those really were wrinkles I was seeing and heaven forbid but my magical metabolism had deserted me. It was about this time that I began to take seriously those little homilies like, "A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips" and "Time may be a great healer but it's a lousy beautician".
Having recently broken my wrist, I'm currently slogging my way through physical therapy and it is abundantly apparent that I no longer bounce back as quick as I once did. But there is always something to be thankful for if you take the time to look. For example I'm sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don't hurt, well physically anyway.
These days I am absolutely enamored of oldsters who maintain their zest for life and I've come to the conclusion that the key to successful aging is to pay as little attention to it as possible. So I'll embrace turning 60 and will remember the wise words of Oliver Wendell Holmes, "To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old."
Very nicely wrote, hope the wrist gets better soon.
ReplyDeleteThe only time I remember that I'm fifty -*cough cough*- something is when I look in the mirror and see my mother looking back at me. :) The rest of the time I pretty much feel like I'm about sixteen. (Well, except for the aching knee, but I did get that injury when I was sixteen, so it doesn't count.) It's funny how we tend to dread getting older, only to find out how much FUN it can be! Kids are grown and out of the house, more spare time to indulge hobbies and interests, you can sleep as late as you want. Yep, I don't mind this aging thing at all. :)
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