I don’t think anyone really thinks about Seasoned Wisdom. I certainly didn’t until I turned 60-years-old.
Holy crap! Where did the years ago?
My son, just about to turn 20, seems like a finger snap in time.
And all those years guiding and watching him grow up – gone.
It wasn’t until I decided to work out at the gym that my mind seemed to catch up with my body.
Oh, the aches and cramping from using parts of my body and muscles I forgot I had.
Other people working out were a constant reminder…
young women and men, racing around, wore their snug, fashionable “work-out” outfits.
I didn’t “race.”
I wobbled while pacing eagerly in loose sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt.
I’ve caught myself thinking and envisioning how I’ll look “months from now”– slim, shapely, attractive.
But then I look in the mirror and I see the paleness of age creeping in on my skin…
- wrinkles on my hands and elsewhere;
- strange, brown spots out of nowhere; and
- skin tags appearing without invitation.
And of course, graying hair.
It’s almost as if I woke up from a long, deep, sleep and found myself growing older.
Sure enough, the years had caught up to me.
My life swept past me while I had been preoccupied with little things like
- being a mother,
- death of loved ones,
- marriages, and yes…
- many funerals.
Aging crept in quietly, unnoticed really, until I went to the gym and my body was pushed to perform.
It took 3 months to rid the aches and pains I experienced as a result of not being active at all… just sitting in my office chair working on the computer.
It took 3 months to get back a “spring” and a bounce when climbing stairs.
Out of the struggle came a new awareness and a crossroad.
So many of us have opportunities to change our lives, its direction, and in this era the possibilities are endless.
You may not see that from where you are at this moment in time, but it’s true.
When I was growing up, older women (my age now) died their hair blue or pink.
I guess that was to cover the gray.
No freaking way will I have blue hair!
Visions of myself doing that horrified me – no freaking way will I have blue hair – although as my hair works its way to being white, I could see a little “Hombre” styling going on.
Hey, it’s 2016 and growing old does not have to be sterile or boring.
So the crossroad became…
turning my remaining years into a magnificent, aging woman who can be a role model for other aging women.
My life doesn’t end just because I’m getting old.
In fact, in many ways, my life is just beginning again.
Perhaps because my son is grown and moving towards being on his own – as it should be.
But life is a breathtaking experience and aging is just part of it.
When I think of all that has happened to me through the years… joys, heartbreaks and all… I wouldn’t be who I am today without all of them.
Aging is part of life gently shifting my experiences towards a profound wisdom that can only be gained through growing old.
I welcome it.
Being physically fit, healthy as I morph through my golden years, wearing my motorcycle jacket from 20 or so years ago, and my Hombre hair…
I embrace it.
Growing old certainly makes me question my purpose in life.
Did I accomplish what I wanted, could I have done more, and so much more?
But I think now it’s not so much what I’ve accomplished, it’s more what have I learned – what has life taught me.
So as I prepare to start my morning at the gym I know this “seasoned” woman has so much more living to do and share… with style and wisdom.