Every day, I
have patients complain to me about getting older. I don't say anything
but inside I'm thinking a slew of thoughts that I'd like to let
loose. Namely, that there's a lot of people out there who'd love to
be living but are no longer with us. Life is living and part of it is getting older, if you're lucky to make it.
So
welcome, forty. I take you in with honor for letting me stroll along the
corners of this green planet since the bicentennial of the United
States. Thank you for blessing me with children late in my life, the
double whammy that I could've never dreamed of. Thank you for the grey
worry streak in my hair that showed up when I was twenty-four, becoming more
dense with each passing year, a gorgeous silver highlight crowning my
passing years, undisguised by hairdye.
The crinkles starting at the
corner of my eyes- imperfect skin yet bright shining eyes, pools of
growing wisdom as my life experience mounts. Thank you for all this. I
look forward to more grey and less smooth skin. More living, less
perfection.
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