Most of the time I like being fifty-something, but this aging stuff is complex. Inside I still feel like I'm in my thirties, but then reflected that's the age of my children. One day recently I caught a glimpse of my hands and realized they look like my mothers. I've already made peace with the lines around my eyes and the brackets around my my mouth, justifying them with the fact that I laugh a lot, but saggy skin on my hands - yikes - I'm old.
Although easier said than done, there is no point in having angst about aging. Two undeniable truths are that everyone ages and aging sucks.
A book I particularly love, about how we as women think about ourselves is, New Passages by Gail Sheehy. She says,
"Our concern with how we look as we age may be superficial, but it's natural. We shouldn't be ashamed of obsessing about it from time to time. After all, this is one aspect of the passage to the Age of Mastery that all of us face." she goes on to say "it's about finding a new version of attractiveness. It's making the most of whatever external beauty we have, but also activating sources of internal value. Once we begin to accept and enjoy the roundedness and normal weight gain, the wrinkles and sags that come naturally with maturity, we become grounded."
So, instead of having a vanity crisis, I've decided to embrace the journey to my next life cycle. Like every other woman, I can't stop or reverse the aging process no matter what I do. I don't have a best-before date and no matter what the cosmetic industry claims, a jar of expensive creme doesn't contain the fountain of youth. I've made the decision that botox and various nips and tucks are not for me.I believe the best face to put forward to the world is the one I was born with.
Some people think that life after 40 is all downhillI but it's not. I've finally figured out who and what I want to be when I grow up and I have more confidence, more personal power and more taste than I did when I was younger. There is still so much more that I want to do. So, if along with these gifts of life the other joyful aspects of aging like chin hairs, sagging skin, a slipping memory, age spots and an ever expanding waistline materialize, so be it. Bring it on.
I am not invisible and that insidious myth that the older a woman gets, the more disposable she gets erodes our self-confidence. Women are only as invisible as they chose to be. I no longer have forever to grow up, but I don't want to loose the goofiness of girlhood.
Living your life brings wisdom. Wisdom brought on with age. Aging is not about decline, it's about growth and possibility. The possibility of staying productive and creative, learning new things, seeing new places having fun and passing on what you have learned along the way to the generation that follows you.
Now don't get me wrong...despite being a happy and contented woman, there is still a lot about aging that scares me. I have joined the menopause club and know that this normal physical process affects my health and longevity. I do know that when I look my personal best I feel personally powerful. When I feel personally powerful I believe in myself and choose to embrace life no matter what challenging times and incredible opportunities await me.
I intend to wear my life well in the style and spirit of aging beautifully, inside and out. It's time to stop being who I was and change into who I am. Who am I beyond the roles I play? What really matters? What makes me happy? What am I capable of? It's time to find out.
Maya Angelou reminds us, "We have to value ourselves not for what we look like or the things we possess but for the women we are."