Age is just a number. Age is also something we cannot control. We are always getting older and our body and life is always changing. Learn to embrace your age, just as Sid did, and don’t let it hold you back from living like the age you wish you were.
As I approach 50, accepting new parts of my physicality gets a bit more challenging, as I’m right at the cusp of losing whatever I’d liked previously. But here’s my age and aging.
I’ve always thought I had pretty, expressive eyes and a sincere smile. I see the crows feet and wonder if I’ll ever want an eye tuck for droopy lids, but that has never detracted from the intelligence, warmth and humor I see reflected in the mirror. Despite the fact that my Lasik surgery 10 years ago has begun to lose its strength and I need glasses for driving again, I can still value these “windows to my soul” for what they are.
My Age Doesn’t Slow Me Down
I accept the lean muscular structure of my legs. I walk a good deal, ride my bike and teach social dance, so they are pretty toned. I once had a female neighbor who was out walking her dog along with me and my Westies tell me I had the legs of a 21-year-old. I just appreciate that they are strong, because their strength makes me feel independent in a spiritual sense, because of them I can literally and metaphorically “stand on my own two feet” throughout life’s troubles.
The last major physical attribute I accept is my gluteus maximus, or butt. I put on weight in various places I never wanted it, but my butt has always remained lean and shapely, probably due to the exercise I get. Despite my so-called maturity, that particular hunk of flesh has failed to start sagging, thank goodness.