I recently had (yet another damn) birthday, which of course prompted a whole host of ponderings about how quickly my meager time here on earth seems to be flying past. Of course, having my son stride off confidently into the beginning of his second grade year at school (no longer clinging - and in fact, not even looking backwards ONE TIME) only served to pound the point home.
Is there really such a thing as aging gracefully, with loving acceptance of the inevitable? The bazillion potions, lotions, creams, exercises, surgeries, injectables and other similar devices available these days to help us cheat time would point to a definite trend toward "NO". I used to scoff at the ads in women's magazines, thinking that people who fall for that sort of snake oil deserved to have their money go up in a puff of Botox. Lately, though, I've found myself wondering, wondering, wondering if there possibly IS a way to steal back a little of what nature has so ungraciously taken. Could I perhaps purchase a couple more years of no crow's feet? Would the fantastic new "shake weight" (available only on TV!) really help to erase that crazy old lady flap jiggling around under my arms? Could I have prevented the egregious error of writing "tempest fugit" instead of "tempus fugit" on my latest art journal page if only I had been taking nuclear-strength brain boosting vitamins?
Fantastically unclear about whether to surrender to the inevitable or go out swinging (and seriously peeved that I am old enough to have to ask myself that question).
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