I just made my 48th birthday and I'm pretty happy about it. I've got a pretty good life, all told. Reasonably happy marriage and well-adjusted child: check. Meaningful work: check. Comfortable place to live: check. A very good life, really. I've absolutely no cause to complain.
I'm also at the age where people stop saying, "She's good-looking," and start saying, "She looks good for her age."
OK, what's the big deal? I do actually "look good for my age." If I do say it myself. People routinely think I am 10 or more years younger than I am. I eat right (mostly), wear sunscreen (always), am reasonably active (mostly), get enough sleep (mostly), don't smoke or drink (mostly). And I've got good genes -- my mother looks phenomenal for her age. (...for her age, there it is again.)
Getting a few grays...to color or not to color? A few lines...well, they're laugh lines, so that means I'm good-humored, right?
I've always been a low-maintenance, low-glamor type. I don't wear makeup (can't see starting at this point), much jewelery, or even paint my nails. I've never gone in for faddish dress (not since my college days, anyway). Yet, I've always enjoyed looking good -- now I've got to settle for looking "good enough."
Sounds petty, I know. But there it is. Now back to our regularly scheduled aging. Which definitely is better than the alternative, and for which I am sincerely grateful.
I'm also at the age where people stop saying, "She's good-looking," and start saying, "She looks good for her age."
OK, what's the big deal? I do actually "look good for my age." If I do say it myself. People routinely think I am 10 or more years younger than I am. I eat right (mostly), wear sunscreen (always), am reasonably active (mostly), get enough sleep (mostly), don't smoke or drink (mostly). And I've got good genes -- my mother looks phenomenal for her age. (...for her age, there it is again.)
Getting a few grays...to color or not to color? A few lines...well, they're laugh lines, so that means I'm good-humored, right?
I've always been a low-maintenance, low-glamor type. I don't wear makeup (can't see starting at this point), much jewelery, or even paint my nails. I've never gone in for faddish dress (not since my college days, anyway). Yet, I've always enjoyed looking good -- now I've got to settle for looking "good enough."
Sounds petty, I know. But there it is. Now back to our regularly scheduled aging. Which definitely is better than the alternative, and for which I am sincerely grateful.
Happy Birthday :)
ReplyDeleteand i guess one of the best things about getting old is this satisfaction you can sense in your post, i am there too :)
Thanks, Wafa'! I'm glad we're in this together. I agree with you; we would never want to go backwards. The best is yet to come, right?
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday Angelle!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday my dear Angelle. As you age you grow wiser, I can see this in your post and I think that women are much more brave for always hearing about how we age.
ReplyDeleteKudos.
PS..had greys since I was 11...lol.
@Suzanne, thanks, Hon.
ReplyDelete@Salma, I hope we are all lifelong learners and gatherers of wisdom. You encourage me; thanks for that. :)
Happy 48th Birthday Angelle! :-)
ReplyDeleteAlso Happy 2 days after V-Day. I hope you had a nice one :-)
~Ron
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Ron, I always get inspiration -- and a chuckle -- when I visit your blog. I like your take on growing older.
ReplyDeleteHappy belated birthday! :)
ReplyDeleteThat age thing right. I hope I take it well too :)
my mom just told me that i looked like a little girl. :)
I hope you had a good celebration of you :)
Great posst thankyou
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