10/ 02/ 2016
Yayyyy, finally!!! I could use my age as an excuse for my short-term memory loss, wrinkles, gray hair, varicose veins, yellowing teeth, temper and my uber exaggerated double PMS (pre-menstrual syndrome and pre-menopausal symptoms, poor husband).
How many of you or of us did not use an anti aging cream, did not look in the mirror and counted the number of pores and gray hair we have, or rehearse the perfect way to smile to minimize the visibility of crows feet?.
WHY ARE WE SO AFRAID TO LOOK OLD? WHY ARE WE SO AFRAID TO GROW OLD?
When I was a 1st grader, I was afraid to become a 3rd grader because I thought it must be awful to read books with no illustrations, but I became a 3rd grader and it wasn’t scary at all. When I was 13, I was afraid to become 18 because I was afraid to go to college, but college happened and it wasn’t scary either, then I was afraid to be 20 and 30 because of wrinkles, gray hair and the responsibilities attached to those numbers.
And so finally I am 4 decades old, I have a little bit of gray hair, a little bit of wrinkles too, my superficial fears are slowly happening, but the experience behind this age count down (or count up) taught me NOT to be afraid of these beautiful changes in me, because age is not a number, it’s a journey and I couldn’t wait to experience the rest of what lies ahead (senior citizen discount? retirement benefits?).
40 will be awesome! wish me luck.
Thanks for coming over.
Top and Bottom:Mossimo/Accesories:World Market
Photo credit: Boyfriend.
“GO GET SOME AWESOME”
Thanks to this wonderful woman, my friend Quennie for getting lost in the desert with me/us to celebrate my big four-O.
As we grow older, we have more and more excuse to be weird, lately I’ve been loving going barefoot, the earth under my feet makes me feel alive.
“Nature is the poetry you can touch-Bing”
TO GOD BE THE GLORY.