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AGING – The Reckoning

Good grief! A grey hair in my eyebrow? Quelle horreur!Tweezers please. Quick!

You probably guessed that I am not from a recent generation. Who says "good grief" anymore? Okay, for appearances’ sake, let me start over.

OMG! A grey hair in my eyebrow! Whichever way you said it that sucker was coming out.

 I promptly plucked it out, then chuckle at the thought of my husband’s experience with the same issue a few years back. Once a week or so he enlisted his then twelve-year old daughter to pluck the grey out of his eyebrows. That is until the grey hairs became so numerous he risked remaining eyebrow-less!

 I was handling this aging business pretty well. I am blessed with youthful genes, have a figure only ten pounds heavier than my thirties and so few grey strands in my hair that I am perceived to be at least ten years younger than my actual age. But that grey hair in my eyebrow rattled me to the core. I am getting older and soon it will be obvious to the whole world.

Things are changing in spite of my best intentions. Hair is leaving the top of my head and re-appearing in less desirable places. Some body parts that I would prefer round are getting slim, while fullness has moved to spots I would prefer slimmer. Some of the changes are very subtle like that slight dent that appeared in my forehead several months ago. I scrutinize my face and my body in the mirror, looking at  those tell tale signs of aging and know that fast forward, two or three years from now there will be many more. In five or ten years, if I’m still around, I’ll have the weathered look of one who’s been on this planet for more than half a century.

I paused.

Hey! Life is a continuing cycle made of all these different phases, right?

My skin will never be as smooth as it was when I was twenty five. My figure will never be the hourglass it once was; my hair will never be as full; my eyesight never as sharp and my energy level never as strong.

What I do have now is a better appreciation of things and a selective taste that maximizes every chosen experience. My mature skin loves the warmth of the sun, the caress of a soft breeze and the affectionate hug of another human being.  My hair welcomes the company of clipped on pieces when I need a glamorous do. My eyes still relish everything beautiful, inspiring and uplifting - with the help of reading glasses if necessary. I can no longer sustain a fifteen- hour day as I did in the past, so I make good use of every minute.

Yes, I am changing. I am leaving behind my youth but not my youthfulness.

I’ve entered a new dimension and I am going to roll with it. This IS the new me.

Yes, I am a proud FF. I am FIFTY (something) and FABULOUS!