Well, well, well April... you have arrived.
Now it officially becomes 3 weeks before my next birthday and I really don't know what I should be expecting, or how I should behave. Quite honestly it's just another day but somehow the mind has a way of playing tricks on you. I'm reminded that in a few short weeks, the clock flips, yet again, and another birth year arrives.
And that's not good, is it? ...or is it?
In the past, or maybe since turning 40, when "age" conversation arose, I'd do everything in my power to go around it, cover it up and even pretend as if the conversation wasn't happening; I no longer do that. Denying how old I am actually reflects on what I think about getting older—not to mention—debunks everything I preach.
"Embrace your age!" I say.
And I do, but I'd be lying if I said I'm not intimidated by it at the same time. Age is a beautiful thing, it really is. In some aspects, it brings so much joy. In other ways, it's a scary road. I'm not fearful of getting older. In fact, I'm not even afraid of getting older and dying either. If I stop and think about aging—which by the way I believe is what has a hold on me—"looking" older is what scares me.
Wrinkles, white hair, loose skin, I'm not looking forward to any of that, and yet, it's inevitable.
I look at photos of some of the most influential women in my lifetime: Sophia Loren, Audrey Hepburn, Eartha Kitt, Ava Gardner and Diane von Furstenburg (to name a few) and to this day I'm inspired by what they represent. I'm able to look beyond the face because their eloquently aged skin tells the many stories of their life. Their poised demeanor and sophistication gleams of sheer elegance. And it's then that I'm reminded about a famous Audrey Hepburn quote:
"Elegance is the only beauty that never fades."
So cheers to aged-wisdom and elegance.