On this eve of my personal destruction, i.e. the eve before my 54th birthday, I sit here trying to come to terms with the fact , that as of tomorrow, I'll definitely will be mid fifties. Well, I don't like it. Not one bit! It sounds old, I am not old, at least not on the inside. Sure outside there are the tell tale signs of aging, wrinkles, some sagging in formerly perky parts and some unwanted bulges which before where definitely not there.
But usually I don't care , I wear my gray hair proudly, often in a wild mane of an unbridled beast.
I think I am still sexy, but to whom? My sedated 80 year old cardiac patients?
Where has my youth gone?
Not only am I getting officially older, I just recently had the honour to become a grandmother, now that is old right there.Old, Old Old Old.... ancient!
But I am still young ,young young young!!
Age does not matter, nor does being a grand mother or not. What counts is how I feel.
Bulls...., give me Botox, exercise, diet,a positive outlook, happiness-to hell with aging, it happens and lets stop thinking about it.
Happy birthday to myself and let me feel as old as I think I am.
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