Getting Older

It's happening. I just didn't realize it until the constant ache of weary bones kept nagging me to the point of where I asked myself the question," what's going on?!"  I'm laughing at myself right now. It's better than sitting around wasting time trying to figure out how I can get rid of that new wrinkle that greeted me in the mirror this morning. So much wasted time and money on trying to delay the inevitable. Botox, tummy tucks, lips blown up, cheek implants, cellulite removal. I could go on and on. What for?

     I look into the mirror and while putting on my mascara may slip and cause a terrible smear, that with my unsteady hand just gets worse as I try to fix it. Finally resorting to a laugh out loud situation, I resolve to just accept my face for what it is. Not perfect. Never was, never will be. Secretly that devil creeps in with thoughts of imperfection and vanity. Oh! no! Another war I have to fight !!

     I have come to realize the fact that God made me the way He wanted me to look, and I'm just happy to be alive. Aging is what we make of it. Either, You can be sorrowful and denying yourself of the joy of another day Or you can be happy in the fact that you have accomplished so much in learning and discovering that life is very precious and that there is only 1 you, and that in itself is amazing!