I found a silver hair this morning and pulled it out. Just ripped that sucker right out. I’ve been struggling with aging since I turned thirty. I am not kidding, the day I turned thirty I remember it so clearly. I stayed in bed all day and cried, with my dog. Why is age such a big deal?
People tell me all of the time, age is just a number. This is true, but the number reflects so many things that we have no control over; such as the silver strand of hair I pulled out this morning. I’ve been telling people i’m 28 for who knows how long. I’ve lied so much about my age that when i’m asked, I actually have to do the math in my head.
Think about it, it’s not like we get a choice to what happens to our bodies. It doesn’t matter how well we take care of our bodies or not. If we get an ailment assigned to us, we are stuck with it. And there’s certainly not a hotline we can call to make a complaint or ask for an exchange. Can you imagine what that hotline would entail? “Thank you for calling the aging hotline. We’re sorry you’re not happy with your ailment. Please hold and the next customer service representative will be you shortly……we’re sorry, all customer service representatives are currently assisting other callers, please continue to hold……you’re call is important to us, please continue to hold….we’re sorry, we are currently experiencing a high volume of calls, please try your call again later, goodbye”. Clearly, there would be frustration.
So I continue to move along on this conveyor belt of life, eating healthy, laughing, loving and fitting in some exercise now and then. Since my dad has passed, I must admit I am a little more aware of my “ailments”. Don’t get me wrong, I am not considering myself old. I am 45 and healthy. 46. No…45; my life is half-way over, if I live to 90. Not a very positive or healthy way to look at age, is it? Past injuries are coming back to haunt me with the weather changing to cooler temperatures (I’ll talk about some of those “comical” injuries on another post). I am more aware of my skin tone, fine lines, and balance. My appetite, sleeping pattern and how I view things have changed. Despite the subtle changes, I truly soak in everyday. I notice little odds and ends of daily moments and encounters, that others may pass by. I ask questions, crave to learn more, seek and take more opportunities; those that I would have never dared to consider when I was younger.
Yes, age is just a number. It’s what you do with it, matters most and what we do with it, is what keeps us believing we are young.
(45. Yes, I did the math).