beauty in aging
Friday, October 23, 2020
There is such beauty in aging. Maybe not physical beauty, although certainly there are people who age staying physically beautiful. I think that the beauty MUST shift, from what looked pretty on the outside to what looks pretty on the inside. In that transition? THAT is where the truest beauty awaits to be revealed. A beautiful heart is so much more important to own, to cultivate, than a beautiful face or a beautiful body. That's what I believe now, anyway, lol.
My mom, who is 83, occasionally quotes Bette Davis, "old age ain't no place for sissies". I agree. I think it's a rare person who experiences aging without also experiencing a subtle grief, a loss for what once was. I remember my own dad showing me his hands, showing me the age spots and saying, redundantly, "whose hands are these?". I really got it. The passage of time inspires grief.
By the same token, as I have aged, I have learned to finally have peace from many of the broken pieces of my life. I have made peace with my food because I learned and came to terms with what I needed to let go, what I needed to forgive, what I needed to “go through” as opposed to “get over”. My advice? Don’t try to “get over” something. Get in the trenches with it. Expect it to hurt... because it will. As my heart changed, everything about me, did. It has been nothing short of a miracle. And of course, I have a long way to go. But what I was able to overcome by age 60 simply couldn’t have happened one moment sooner. We are only ready when we are ready, and that applies, I feel, to weight loss too. So.. it's never too late.
The below touched my heart today, I hope you will enjoy it too. Let us strive to make each new day a day of more acceptance, toward self and others. It’s where true freedom lies.