Dear Reader,
I'm not feeling as young as I used to. I'm feeling old(er), feeling my years, seen better days. It's not that I look like a mess (yet), but it doesn't matter what kind of spin I put on it--no doubt about it, I'm getting old. I've struggled with these feelings for a few months now. My life mantra used to be, "The older I get, the sexier I get." When did I stop believing that?
Why, all of a sudden, am I noticing extra wrinkles and mysterious aches and pains? If I want to eat what I used to, if there's any hope of my body parts staying in any sort of proper perspective, I'd better start walking three, maybe four miles a day..
When something's bothering me, like this age thing is, I always try to figure out "why?" I think I can blame feeling old on my 38-year-old son. He's been helping my husband and me solve problems lately. Our son is very talented and I appreciate his help, but it's made me realize the tables have turned and it's making me a little uncomfortable. Our son used to come to my husband and me for help when he had a problem, and we'd give him advice on how to fix it. But now he's doing that for us, oh my.
When my dear husband recognized the "feeling old bug" had bitten he lovingly recited a number of reasons why--at whatever age--I would always be a beautiful, sexy woman in his eyes (what a sweetheart). So I'm getting back in the saddle and believing (at least for another year, until my next birthday), "The older I get, the sexier I get." That's my new story and I'm sticking with it.
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com
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