Yesterday I “celebrated” my 50th birthday. In the months leading up to the dreaded day, I knew I might be bummed about it, so I decided to plan an evening of “Desserts & Dancing” (two of my favorite things) with some of my friends. I figured, if chocolate and dancing wouldn’t chase away the birthday blues, what would? I enjoyed myself, and I think everyone else did, too. My teenage sons even gave line dancing a try!
Both of my parents lived only to 70, so for me there is a somber note to this milestone. Statistically speaking, I have spent 71% of my life. Now, I realize none of us knows the number of our days. I could live longer (Lord willing) or die tomorrow. I’m not trying to be melodramatic or “woe is me,” but instead I’m viewing the day as a good time to stop and think and pray. To look ahead to the next twenty years and plan to do my utmost to make the most of them. To make them count.
No, I don’t enjoy looking in the mirror and seeing the changes there–the “fun” the years are having with my face–adding new lines here and spots there. If I could look at my soul, would I be impressed with the changes there either? I’m not sure I would. So, I plan to begin making healthier choices about what I put in my body. And better choices about how I spend my time, and the care and attention I devote to my God, my husband, my family and friends, and my writing. I want to be worthy of the calling He’s given me. To use the gifts He’s given me wisely and well while I can.
As I sat at my desk writing this post, I wore a mud mask on my face and extra eye cream–hoping to minimize pores and soften lines. If only it were as easy to minimize inner flaws and soften the heart! Guess I need to spend more time in prayer, and less in the salon.
Aging is humbling. And maybe that’s a good thing. Perhaps in my case, a needful thing. I am so glad my writing career and book sales don’t depend on my looks or how well I’m aging! This may sound silly, but I feel sorry for aging actresses who DO rely on their looks, and who sometimes go to such lengths to try to preserve them.
As I turn the big 5-0, I am thankful anew that God has granted the desire of my heart: to become a published author. To write stories that delight readers and, hopefully, Glorify Him. I confess I would likely be depressed to find myself at this age if that had not yet happened. God is good!
How do you feel about growing older? If you’re older than I am, any words of wisdom for me?