"Grandma was 72 and didn't look
a day over 90." ~Janet Evanovich
Alas, methinks Janet may actually
be talking about moi this 'round.
To one degree or another, we all
make some kind of effort to look
alright if not down right good. I
find 'tis only the gods who know
for sure.
In my trad black, back and knee
braces on, I'm ready to party, may
even dance. And by dance, I mean
hit Safeway for the groceries I
forgot to buy at SAMS.
The thing I most love about aging
is learning to accept it for the gift
that it is. Remember the alternative
and it won't be an issue. Within the
confines of the obvious, not caring
so much about things that used to
be ever so important is also a gift.
So today, I'm enjoying coffee by
the fire, indulging in a new book
and sneaking a fruit plate.
Wow! So much fun . . . I dearly
love that one of aging's most
powerful gifts is that the small
things matter!
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