I've been thinking about age a lot recently. As a mom of an adult child <gasp!> and a wife a retiree, I've been feeling old lately. I keep plugging away and going to work each day which I like. I like routine and organization so work keeps me on target. It seems easier to work out and eat well when I'm in my groove.
Speaking of being in the groove... What really made me think today that I was getting old was when I clicked on the radio to the "oldies" station, Michael Jackson's PYT: Pretty Young Thing was playing. After singing along and doing a little car dancing on my way to the Park & Ride, I realized I was listening to what is termed an oldies station. Seriously? Oldies? That song was released in, oh... 1982 on the Thriller album. That really wasn't that long ago. After all in 1982, I was just a pup in high school, eager to get my driver's license and start my own life as a PYT (okay, that was added as humor).
For the last couple of weeks when I've looked into the mirror, I've seen an old lady. I really think I'm becoming my mom. My neck is getting wrinkled, my eyes look tired and we won't even talk about my hair!! I've been focusing on eating so healthy & feeling great I've forgotten to look at ME closely. And my hands... Oh my goodness. The hands really tell a woman's age. Yep. If I didn't know that I was in control of my fingers, I'd say they were my mother's! Perhaps when God was mixing the X & Y chromosomes and creating my DNA, I got all of my momma's characteristics. But that's okay. My mom was a great woman! I'll gratefully take her grey hair, her wrinkly, stubby fingers & her lines around her mouth. I'll accept all of that to have a happy & long life. In order to do that, I think I'll go eat a salad!
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