Since July adds another year to my age, I thought I’d post a poem that came to me last week as I applied my makeup in the dim early morning light. I had to get up close to the mirror to do my eyes because without my glasses, I can’t see detail that far 😦 Anyway, my gaze moved from my eyes to the rest of my face and it was a little shocking; it’s like I saw all of the signs of aging at once for the first time.
I know that life has a whole lot more in store for me and thirty years from now, I’ll look like an entirely different person. I’m okay with that. Yep. You can reread that if you need to. In fact, I’m a little excited because with the years, comes wisdom. To me, wisdom is more than just knowing things; it’s a deeper awareness of the gifts of life. I’m convinced it must be packed inside the crow’s feet wrinkles that become more pronounced every year.
Life experiences contribute to the gaining of wisdom. At twenty, the thought of being forty and full of wrinkles was depressing. Now that forty isn’t that far away, I can look back and see that twenty was a silly place to be. When I was in my twenties, I spent (wasted) a whole lot of time worrying about my appearance. Painting nails, primping hair, trying on countless outfits to find one that didn’t make me look “fat” and obsessing over my pale skin that wouldn’t tan. I have to say, there’s something liberating about walking around with naked nails, fifteen-minute hair, clothes that merely match (because none of them can make me something I’m not) and forgetting that my legs glare in the sun.
So, I wear my faint wrinkles proudly as the first sign that I’m gaining wisdom. Because life is short, it’s important to slow down and take it in because the little stuff doesn’t matter, and I should treasure every moment with my kids because before I know it, they’ll be grown. Right now, I know these things, but I don’t think I fully understand them-like I will twenty years from now.
Luckily, I only get obsessed with aging this time of year. Soon, I will move on to more important things…like my next post, for instance. Tonight, I’m working on getting my pictures downloaded and named from our recent trip to northern California. It’ll take a while because there’s 207 pictures. I can’t wait to share a few of them.
Poem – Mirror
Blue eyes surrounded by creases;
Fair skin mottled with age spots.
One eyebrow sits higher than the other;
Ageing lips bleed lipstick color.
Loose chin threatens to double;
Gray hairs sneak into dark curls.
The mirror tells the truth it sees,
It knows not how to lie,
But it shows only a sliver of me-
Not my youth inside.