Happy Birthday to me! On March 31, 1964, at around 6 p.m., I had the enormous pleasure of meeting my mom for the very first time. The first thing I thought of this morning was 1964? Really? When I have to scroll down to look for the year 1964 on my phone, I have to REALLY scroll. When did THAT happen? Wasn’t David Cassidy just THE hottest thing in Tiger Beat (is that magazine around anymore?) Really, is my 35th year class reunion really THIS summer? Didn’t I JUST graduate high school? And weren’t now my adult children JUST toddlers? Goodness! Time passes in an instant.
I have to confess when my mom was 53, I thought to myself, “Wow, she’s old”. I could NOT imagine how she was even functioning in life at that ripe old age. Now that I am 53, I don’t feel old (even though 53 is now considered middle age — FUN FACT). Okay, the creaks and pops when I get up from a sitting position might make me take notice of my age. I might have to take a few more all natural pain relief capsules to calm down the arthritis in my hands and legs these days, but I still consider myself a youthful 53 year old (here’s the link to the pain relief capsules that I was talking about if you are curious … http://shopmyplexus.com/carlahuhn/products/nutrition/plexus-ease-capsules/index.html
So what does 53 look like I ask as I stare in the mirror and count the crows feet that line my face? It looks the same to me. The same as it did at 20, 30, 40, 50. It’s the same person, the same soul and if I didn’t have the pictures to prove me wrong I would say the same exact face. Getting older is a gradual process; something you don’t notice until you renew your driver’s license or suffer your first colonoscopy (which I have had both done in the past 6 months, and neither one are any fun, especially the question: Is this the correct weight on your license?”)
My kids have asked me today, “How does it FEEL to be 53?” (when they ask the question I know they are thinking I am ancient). Well, now that the question has been asked I guess I need to think about it. It feels fine. It’s not really me who has turned 53, it’s my body—but me? I’m still 20. Yes my skin is a little wrinkly (though still looks pretty good thanks to a great skincare regimen I use), and my back side AND my front side are not as firm as they used to be (who am I kidding, NOTHING is as firm as it used to be), but I’m still me, the same person I have always been and will always be.
Much health and happiness,