It’s that time of the week when we share a slice of our lives with the wonderful writing community at “Two Writing Teachers”.
Tomorrow is my birthday. Seems like I was just turning 50 not so long ago and now I will be 63! As long as I don’t look in the mirror, I feel younger. It is the aches and pains though that give a hint of my age.I am beginning to see my mother more and more in myself, especially my hands.
“Age is just a number”, “you’re only as old as you feel”, etc, etc. So many sayings to help you feel better about getting older. I really don’t fear getting older – I hate the pain of arthritis right now as it has been getting a bit worse – I put that down to poor diet over Christmas! – but I do fear the threat of stroke. My Mom had her first at 68 and my dad’s dad died of it at 70.
There are dates/ages that seem to resonate and cause us to pause. 49 was the first one – the age when my dad died. I passed that one fairly easily. And now 68 is the next one.
But, I have decided I want to look forward, not worry. I want to grow as a writer and an artist and live each day fully and with gratitude.
2015 and this birthday are going to be good ones!