The Ravages of Age or the Markings of a Life Well Lived?
I got a note yesterday from a long-time friend who was bemoaning the ravages of age, weight and gravity, after looking at a promotional photo of himself. Coincidently, I was going through somewhat the same despair yesterday as I sat in the hair-dresser's chair with that huge mirror gloating at me. Where the hell had those lines on my forehead come from? How come I hadn't noticed them before? And what about those bags under my eyes?? We won't even talk about the grey hair.
I had a moment of panic - dear God, what was happening to me? Later, I came to my senses, realizing that:
a)the worry lines show lessons learned;
b) the laugh lines show many good times had;
c) the 'mound' is evidence I have brought three amazing human beings into this world; and
d) the grey hair shows lessons learned by those three human beings.
Looking at my body, I think I must have lived a pretty good life so far!
I think this woman has too.
9:09:35 AM 
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