As I add another year to my existence on this beautiful orb, I find myself reflecting on Aging. Am I Aging Gracefully? No matter how many times I hear that term, I still am not quite sure what it means. I know it's futile to struggle against aging. I know I wouldn't be caught dead in spandex at my age. Come to think of it, I NEVER wore spandex. I don't lie about my age -- I just, um, change the subject. Instead of wolf whistles, I generate "ma'ams". People try to help me load my car in the Home Depot parking lot. I usually let the darn guy do it, then pull it all out and put it back in the right way.
I will have to say that all of my female friends of a certain age are beautiful. Almost all have let their hair turn various shades of gray and silver and don't use makeup. They all lead interesting lives, and are interested in living. And to a woman, they do not complain about aches, creaks, snaps, crackles or pops; they all have a crackerjack sense of humor. Every one. They just get up every morning and do what needs to be done. So, is that aging gracefully?
When I look in the mirror, I am always surprised. I believe that I have myself frozen in my mind's eye at 35. Over the years, I have mastered the art of seeing only what I am looking at - nothing more, nothing less. My left eye, my eyebrow, the spot on my nose....aren't we supposed to be free of those dang spots at this age???
I dress pretty much the same as I always have - simple, classic, comfortable. There may be a little more elastic involved, but nothing is short or tight or high fashion. As a matter of fact, I have not worn a dress in about a year and when, recently, I did manage to climb into one, complete with matching boots, tights and a long scarf, I thought my workmates would drop over from shock.
For all of you classic women out there (my term for a 'certain age'), what's the most noticeable thing to you about getting older? Are you Aging Gracefully? Most mornings, when I get up and let the dogs out and see the millions of stars in the dark sky and hear the soft bleats of the sheep (well, maybe not "soft" - I tend to wax poetic) I mostly think I am Aging Gratefully.