When I was in my immortal teens, the aging process just never was part of my world. I was qui
te sure I was going to be young forever....was there any other possibility? No way!
When I was in my ideal twenties, aging was a remote possibility, but way too far off to even consider the fact that it would happen to me....that was my mother's event!
When I was in my thirties, I finally realized that I would, indeed, age some day. But then, I was in my thirties and in that perfect time between youthful age and becoming "wise".
When I was in my forties, I accepted the fact that I would age. It wouldn't be so bad. I really wouldn't mind as long as my wrinkles were "happy" wrinkles that revealed a joyful and positive life.
I am now 58 and I LIED!!! I hate my "smiley" wrinkles! There is nothing redeeming about them! Maybe if they hadn't come with the wobble under my chin it wouldn't be so bad! Crows feet, happy or not, should just stay with the birds! And for some reason, gravity has taken hold...of everything! I don't feel wise...I feel ditzy! So, just a heads up....
Aging ain't for the faint hearted!
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