Today I am 46 years old. Almost half a century. Not sure how I feel about it; but I seem to be feeling…..nothing. I wonder why women get all wrapped around the axle about it. I remember the day I realized everything in my cosmetic bag had transitioned from “acne controlling” to “wrinkle reducing”. That was the most disconcerting part of the transition.
I’m still very much me-ish in my thoughts and actions. I’m not especially “different” from the me I’ve known. However, all of my friends are getting …….older…. Some of them have died. I spend some time remembering them.
In general, being chronically ill has taken a toll & I don’t have the resiliency I expected to have. However, those are changes I’ve had to accept & coping hasn’t been unbearable. All things considered–I’m happy, doing better than I expected & luckier than most. My life is good; full of interesting people and opportunities. Guess that means I’m on-board for whatever is ahead. Even if it sucks, it’s an opportunity to understand and experience another aspect of life.