Tomorrow I will have completed 48 winters, years of pain, sorrow, wonderment, confusion, enlightenment. Years of learning, growing, laughing, smiling and flat out giggling. I have seen the good, the bad and the ugly and survived it all with one simple thing going through my head...if you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance, baffle 'em with laughter and bullshit.
I am letting my hair go silver now, no more hiding the pretty silver and grey strands with dye. I am a Crone and proud of it, proud of all the oopses, the DUHs and of the moments when something made me learn or I did something to make another feel better. I am not afraid of aging, I embrace it with joy. I look to those who are older and see their beauty, the wisdom, the sheer joy in their old eyes and I see them as the children they once were, because behind each wrinkled face is a child smiling and waiting for their chance to be reborn. The same look I see within my own eyes.
No comments:
Post a Comment