This is not about being frivolous or vain. This is about deciding, consciously, if I will welcome the old crone or if I will look like an overstretched maiden. In this youth obsessed age I live in, where laugh lines have become eighth deadly sin, I realize I have to make this very important choice: to welcome the beautiful process of growing old or to fight the inevitable.
Some might say I should not be worried about this yet, as at 36 I am too young to be concerned about growing old. But the truth is, I feel this is the moment I need to make this choice, where I want to welcome each wrinkle, laugh line, and honor this vessel that carries the essence of who I am.
I smile a LOT. I am always smiling and although most would think an introverted as a quiet one, I am not quiet. I am bubbly and my face is so animated I think I could use a feel extra muscles in there. I also cried many tears in many lonely nights when life seemed to be more than I could handle. So, do I ever want those marks erased?
I am inclined to make this process one of great reverence... How do you revere your old crone?
Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.-- Mark Twain