Around March 1, I had an uh-oh moment. I looked in the mirror and noticed some facial changes that were not good. For the first time in my life I began to think about some “cosmetic corrections.”
Instead, I rushed to the drug store and purchased some new potions guaranteed to restore my youth. Well, it’s going on three weeks and I’m thinking I wasted my money.
Let’s face it, aging is not easy. But I never knew it could happen over night! In our youth-obsessed culture you can’t even open a magazine without being faced with some product promising to make you look younger.
Imagine a world where every age is a wonderful thing. Where scars and lines and gray hairs are considered signs of wisdom and experience. Imagine a world where people can be just as fabulous at 65 as they are at 25.
I think it’s time to embrace our age, whatever it is. We should be proud to make it to 60, 70 or100. We were all 25 once and all the 25-year olds will be 60 – if they’re lucky.
Let’s just be who we are, look like we look, and enjoy each day as it comes. And let’s drop the term “Old Age.” We’re simply in a new stage of life — the encore years — between the end of middle adulthood and anything resembling old age.
On one hand, these new-stagers are implored to hang on to their fast-fading youth — 60 is the new 40, we’re told. On the other, my pharmacy offers a “senior discount” to anyone over 60. It’s either clinging to lost youth or accepting premature aging with courage and grace AND a lot of humor.
In truth, 60 is not the new 40 any more than it is the new 90. It’s the new 60. Try looking in the mirror and saying, “yay” instead of “yuck.”