Defying Gravity!

While I was having my hair cut my hair stylist asked if I would ever have plastic surgery.

She is newly in her fifties and I can tell she is fixating on what I like to call, the sudden fall of everything. I don't know what happens between forty nine and fifty, but gravity does have its way with us.

My answer was an emphatic, no! Not because I don't approve, but because I'm a big chicken. 

"You will have to watch me grow old gracefully, I hope!" and we both chuckled. And then she said, pensively, "I hate even talking about it, there are a lot more important things to worry about." I can't disagree.

I wanted to tell her that she'll be OK. We may sag and dimple, crease and freckle with each passing year, but there is so much more to be derived from the experiences and wisdom we gain with age. I could tell that no amount of my extrapolating about this being the best time of our lives (because shouldn't every day be?) was going to make her feel much better in that moment.

Now is where it's at. Haven't you looked through old photos of yourself and thought, "Why I looked darn good, better than I remember." The past is funny that way. Not to say I don't see a photo of myself, posted on Instagram or Facebook, taken by my children and think, delete, delete, oh I wish I could delete that shot. But, for the most part I have embraced me, imperfections and all, and feel better liking who I am, than berating what I'm not.

Years from now when you look back at who you are in this very moment, Lord willing, you'll think how very good you looked, indeed!