Yesterday was my birthday, the 42nd. Birthday is a moment of reflection to me. For me birthday is an occassion to wonder what I have done, what I have become & what I am going to do with my life. I have gathered enough points to think about.
I have been feeling ageless for years but then I am confronted with my real age sometimes. For example; around this time new young trainees start at my office. I told my colleague yesterday “They seem to be younger than those coming before them”. My colleague replied “All trainees are as old as other trainees who came to our office before. It is us who get old”. Laughing, we agreed about this. We are getting old. And I do not mind though.
Each morning when I put my make up I see grey hair and wrinkles. I find this physical change rather interesting. I embrace them instead of hiding them. As I believe the way I look tell people who I am.
This pic was taken yesterday morning.
You know, I don’t mind to mention my age nor do I mind being called old. So be it. I am comfortable with myself. Regarding the age; All I want is getting old graciously, like vintage wine the older the better.
Thank you so much for the birthday wishes I got from blogger friends. I feel loved.