I had a new thought this week about aging after hearing of a friend's struggle with it.
Something I've been trying to put my finger on.
It was an analogy actually.
Something I've been trying to put my finger on.
It was an analogy actually.
I think when we hit age 40, and the signs of getting older
start to settle in, it is similar in some ways to going through puberty- the
lack of self-confidence it can bring, the awkwardness- the "what is
HAPPENING to my body?"
The difference is that in puberty the body begins to sprout, but at mid-life it starts to crumble.
During both transitions in life we might feel a bit like we are slipping on ice- a bit ungrounded- unsure of where we are headed- if we are worthy -and questioning what life will bring us next.
The difference is that in puberty the body begins to sprout, but at mid-life it starts to crumble.
During both transitions in life we might feel a bit like we are slipping on ice- a bit ungrounded- unsure of where we are headed- if we are worthy -and questioning what life will bring us next.
The beauty of these transitions is that as the years
carry on- we grow into our selves- we circle around to who we are in a more
intimate way. We reach deeper into our essence.
We settle in.
We do it over and over again.
And grow beautiful with age.
We do it over and over again.
And grow beautiful with age.
Have a peek at the beautiful woman above. She is
such a masterpiece. Life has worked its amazing patina on her, and she is
sparkling still, and so full of vitality.
Is she worried about old she looks, I wonder?
I don't think so.
She is who I strive everyday to be.
