When Oldness Happens....

I remember watching a movie a while ago.

There was an old frail woman with paper thin skin and sparse gray hair on her head, wearing a flannel nightgown.

I commented to Glenco 'Oh, I worry about looking like that one day.'

His reply?

'You don't need to worry honey - you will look like that one day whether you worry about it or not'

See what I have to live with?

When does this happen?

This oldness?



Lordy - look how gray I am - time for a touch up!



How is it that you can look in the mirror one day and your skin is soft and supple, plump and tight, and then what seems like the next week, it's thin and crinkly? Let's not even get started on the age spots.

It's like waking up fat.

Those of you that struggle with your weight will understand that one.

It's like you just wake up one day - and  you're fat.

I woke up old today.

And then it was noon and I was still in my flannel gown and I thought to meself, I thought 'Why not post some raw photos of yourself on the World Wide Web?'

Whilst putting on my makeup today I really noticed it.

Lines.

Lots of them.

I don't remember this happening.

I felt I had a choice in that moment, and I needed to be careful of the choice I made.



With my giant brain, I'll rule the world!



I could choose to fight it - and worry about it - I could choose to spend money on trying to fix it and end up looking like a mummified old person anyway.  I'm not mentioning any names, but you've seen them on the cover of People.

Or, I could choose to look at each line like a medal of honor.

Badges - not wrinkles.

I chose the latter.

Why?

It's cheaper - #1, and doggone it - it's the only way you can look at it without getting downright depressed!

99% of my wrinkles are laugh lines.

Now, that's a lot of laughing.

Something to be thankful for.

I only have one 'bad wrinkle.

It's in my forehead.

I frowned for one year straight whilst recovering from a serious heart infection due to contracting the Chicken Pox at the age of 42.

It bothered me for a while, seeing that wrinkle.

Now I fondly caress it as a reminder of how incredibly fragile and beautiful life is.

I survived!  I could have died, but I didn't.

God knew you needed to read this blog all about chickens and shenanigans!

There's only one cure for old age - and that's dying young.

No thank you.

Oldness happens.

I'm gonna keep my face out the mirror.

I'm gonna keep my face to the sunshine and the wind.

I'm going to live life - wrinkles and all.

Oldness happens when you are busy living your life.

I'm gonna get busy.