The best is yet to be. I read this article today and it really resonated with me. We live in a youth-obsessed society and are constantly bombarded with messages that we should do anything possible to delay the inevitable effects that living a long life will have on our skin, body, mind and belief system. We’re told to keep our skin youthful and wrinkle-free with cosmetic surgery or injections of body fluids/fats that don’t belong in the face or, worse yet, poison made from botulism, the food contaminant. We are urged to cover up our gray hair, wear concealing makeup to hide our flaws/scars that are proof of a life lived. We nip, we tuck, we lift, we augment, we suck fat out of our midsection, hips, buttocks. And for what? To look like someone we are not, are no longer, or even may have never been.
I feel privileged to be able to grow old. I’ve had my life threatened twice, once with cancer and once with a cardiac event. I’ve chosen to consider those events turning points in my life. I no longer allow myself to worry about ‘what if’ when it comes to my health. If it’s my time, I hope I’ve left behind a legacy where I am remembered with love. I hope people will smile when they think of who I was. But I’m not ready to leave just yet.
I do what I can to preserve my youth in different ways. I choose my foods carefully. I exercise regularly, I study to keep up on my passion, I focus on teaching others to grow old with energy and in good health. I don’t color my hair, my wrinkles are there for all to see, I can’t see squat without my glasses and can’t wear contacts because I have chronic dry eye. I’m shaped like an hourglass with all the sand in the bottom. I bear scars from the surgery and treatment I had for breast cancer. I also have a lot of energy and nothing on me hurts.