Older wishes

Today is the day before my actual birthday. I know there are some of you out there wondering exactly how old I am. Well let me answer that in the words of my amazing grandmother, old enough to know better and young enough to do it anyway.
I don’t know how I feel about this birthday, don’t get me wrong, I love my birthday; however, age is not just a number. Things start happening as you get older and it is not for the best, I don’t care how many people tell you that or how many commercials you see that say that, trust me, not for the best. If you are young you may want to stop reading now, I don’t want to scare you unnecessarily, growing older is not for the faint of heart. First off, there is the weight issue, it is harder to take off and harder to maintain. Unless you are a mega star with your own team of personal trainers and nutritionists on hand, those of us in the real world have to do our own research and work extremely hard just to maintain healthy. There is the issue of things falling, falling out, falling down, falling always falling. Gravity is not our friend; ask the astronauts, they’ll tell you. Age is the great equalizer. We all eventually have to do it, it will happen to you. Here is the question, is it something to fear or something to embrace?
For all of my talk, I had the best examples in the world of women who embraced their age, the wisdom that came with it, the ability to let people see who you really are without fear. My mother, my grandmother and my great aunt Effie were the best examples in the world of how a woman should age. They were all different in the way they did it. My mother had gentleness about her that I have yet to see in anyone else, my grandmother was feisty and flirty even in her 90’s my great aunt Effie had an innocence about her that was incredibly endearing. They were all three intelligent, articulate, caring, giving and funny as all get out women. I strive to be like all three, impossibility, I know, but they all influenced me so much in the way I see aging.
I will say getting wrinkled still freaks me out, I fear getting skin cancer, my mother and grandmother both had it. They got it from picking cotton in their youth and while, no, I did not pick cotton, I did lay out slathered in baby oil burning myself to a crisp. So it is a possibility I could develop it later in life.
As I grow older my wish for myself is that I have my mothers sense of humor and wisdom, my grandmothers feistiness and my great aunt Effie’s zest for life.

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