With my birthday only three days away, I’ve been thinking a lot about getting older. It seems like I only just turned 40, but in reality, I will be 47 on Sunday. How did this happen? Where did my youth go, not to mention my 40’s? It’s a fact of life, we all get older, and hopefully we are able to do it gracefully.
Yes there have been changes in my body. My boobs, once perky and full of life,have gone south( and not just for the winter), thanks to our good friend gravity. My belly has fallen prey to ” middle-age spread,” and has gotten a bit bigger. Along with the blonde highlights I had put in my dark brown hair, there is now more gray ,( a sure sign of getting older). I’ve also begun perimenopause, have the occasional hot flash , and each month I feel like my period is playing Russian Roulette with me, (will it come or won’t it?). I can also go from zero to bitch in 2 seconds flat , so watch out!!!
My energy level isn’t what it used to be. Energy, you say, what’s that? I came home from work today, sat down to watch a Bonanza rerun( love that Adam Cartwright), and promptly fell asleep. Luckily there were a couple more episodes I was able to watch once I woke up.
At the age of 36, I was diagnosed with thyroid cancer. It’s now almost 11 years later and I’m still going strong. Having survived cancer, I have a new appreciation for life and my perspective on getting older has changed. Had things gone differently, I wouldn’t be here, writing this today.
I have decided that I am going to embrace aging and do it with style. As they say,” getiing old(er) is not for sissies,” and I for one will be aging to perfection. So bring it on!