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.
