This is a repost for a dear special friend who needs to hear this again. Meet up for lunch again soon.
This piece was
written inspired by a conversation had with bosom buddies over lunch. My
pretty friend, in-between bites of roasted chicken, bemoaned
the thought (and fact) that she was turning 60 by the end
of the month. Oh we comforted and consoled her as friends always
do....... with more chicken and pasta and a scrumptious dessert to boot.
It works all the time! Anyway, here's the piece.....
SO YOU'RE TURNING 60!
This is you...... "Here I am with lines creeping where I wouldn’t want
them to (laugh lines is a nice way to call them), a spreading middle
(girdle now being overtaxed and overstretched), silver streaks peeking
out of once glorious dark tresses (her favorite beautician texted her
one day.... 'ma'm, it's time to die' .... dye Yikes!).
women who find they are blowing out 60 or more candles on their cake
would consider those in serious retrospect. And looking at the youthful
glowing skin, lithe figure, and silky black hair of gorgeous models on
the cover of glossy woman magazines or ads serve only to feed that quiet
But wait, consider this! See these women in your
ordinary everyday neighborhood .......... the middle-aged woman selling
fish and vegetables in the market; the government employee who sells
beauty products on the side; the ordinary housewife who does her chores
with clockwork precision each day tending to a rowdy brood of five
while a husband is away in Saudi; the rural teachers who patiently trod
to their classrooms on gravel roads rain or shine... just to name a
All these women are real ------- as real as ice cream
cones and pizza pies. They may do a hundred turns before the mirror
behind closed doors tremulously tracing age’s progress on their faces
and skin, yet they don’t fuss and fret over beauty jars and trips to the
gym, beauty clinic, salon or spa. Instead, they get busy as mothers,
wives, grandmothers, nieces, aunts, office mate, friend and other more
roles laid out before them each day.
Then a friend blurted out
this question ............... What if those would be gone one day? (and
we know it will) -- When age finally creeps in as bones and joints go
stiff and ache --- plus other aches and pains that find you though you
try not to be found; skin crinkle with defiant lines; eyes strain to
read small print; sleep turn erratic; appetites change; visits to the
doctor more frequent; and pills nestle permanently in one’s purse....
When loneliness glides into each day furthermore heightened with the
children planning careers and lives away from home...... When all that’s
left is an aching void within and without. What then is one supposed to
do with all that?
Here's what is true....... Lessons learned
from life ----- Life does not stand still for those who enter through
this portal. But one does have to make a choice --- to move along in
step with the changing times — or stay where you are by your lonesome
Life is this........ Rising from the hurts,
pains, bruises and bumps of a journey through life’s dusty and more
often grueling path of challenges, one should be transformed into a
better version of that person of yesteryears. Honed by past experiences
and having learned them well, one should be better equipped to see life
and the world anew with fresh new interest, appreciation, understanding,
and wisdom. This new wisdom tells you that there can be no void where
one does not allow it. And if you have paid good attention you will know
that to move along is the better option.
Look back often to
see what’s gone past or what’s left behind. The past, cruel in some and
brilliant in another, have created your passions, desires, expectations
putting it all together in one package that people see, interact with,
and relate to each day. You were able to give back to life because life
has filled you well. Your cup overflowed with a continuing play and
exchange of receiving and giving. Times when you dished out master
strokes and savored much deserved victories. Euphoria! Then again in
another moment you would hit the gutter with sloppy aim and find
yourself pulling at your hair in utter disbelief, disappointment, and
Success and failure, bitter and sweet,
good and bad, beautiful and ugly, smart and stupid, joy and sadness,
high and low, have and have-not --- you will often find yourself at one
end or the other of that broad diverse spectrum. It is a rich life,
definitely flawed and imperfect admittedly, .. but totally rich. Learn
that what goes on inside a person lends to its richness.
rooted to your history and yet open to the challenges of new things ----
new friendships.. new possibilities.. new awareness, new passions or
creativity.. new dreams.. and perhaps a new set of clothes (there's no
excuse to be frumpy).
Essence is where you are at in the now. And thank God for such a lovely gift.
Life still can be and is beautiful at or with 60 (or more) birthday
candles notwithstanding! A happy birthday to friends celebrating their
birthdays this month. Never mind the age.... it's just a number! Happy
Birthday! And blessings a hundredfold!