Friday, July 15, 2011
four more days.
four more days
until i turn forty-four.
& while today's forty is young
relative to our parents' forty,
our bodies often don't seem to know the difference.
over the past year, my hormonal cycles have
become annoyingly inconsistent.
my silver stragglers have invited many friends
to the party at the crown of my hairline.
& i've put on enough weight —
especially around the mid-section —
to return me to weight watchers
[the day after my birthday, naturally].
going into my mid-forties,
i'm finally beginning to accept the fact that
i. am. aging.
& i'll be honest: it's not awesome.
but it is still better than the alternative.
here's what my girl ms. o knows for sure
about growing older — mantra-worthy, as ever:
people who lie about their age
are denying the truth & contributing to a sickness
pervading our society — the sickness of
wanting to be what you're not.
denial leads to delusion.
i know for sure that only by owning
who & what you are can you
step into the fullness of life.
every year should teach you something valuable;
whether you get the lesson is up to you.
every year brings you closer to
expressing your whole & healed self.
i celebrate that. honor it. hold it in reverence.
& i'm grateful for every age i'm blessed to become.
image source: pinterest.