Victoria Erickson: I love getting older. My understanding deepens. I can see what connects. I can weave stories of experience and apply them. I can integrate the lessons. Things simply become more and more fascinating. Beauty reveals itself in thousands of forms.
I’ve been introspective over the last few days. Knowing I’d be seeing childhood friends earlier this week made me think of what we’ve all gone through lately. How do I explain my history? Would anyone care? We all wonder what others will think of us, when we really just have to answer to ourselves. Barbara Hershey said: I am not afraid of aging, but more afraid of people’s reactions to my aging. You know what? We all looked damned good, with some wrinkles and some pounds, and it didn’t matter. We reminisced about how we were angsty teenagers who put lemon juice in our hair and turned over while sunbathing when deejay Cousin Brucie told us to do so.
I saw a doctor today that I hadn’t seen since August. I rambled on about how I was feeling (optimistic, happy, and not angry) and what I had done in the last few months. She was happily surprised about my blog and lowered my medication a bit. By my next appointment, we both agreed to the challenge that we would start working out. (I think she was fibbing about the not-working-out part, since she’s a tiny woman. But I keep reminding myself that she may, like me, have other issues that can’t be seen from the outside.)
Maya Angelou said: Most people don’t grow up. Most people age. They find parking spaces, honor their credit cards, get married, have children, and call that maturity. What that is, is aging. I am aging, but I’m not sure I’m graceful about it.