I must admit that in some ways I was not aging gracefully. At age 45, I was nearly 100 percent gray and my hair was starting to thin. As I looked in the mirror each morning I often fantasize about a “one-stitch facelift”, just enough to tide me over until I am a bona fide senior citizen.
On the other had I really didn’t care anymore what others thought of me. I have embraced the thought of getting older and enjoying my life. I often let the “I don’t care” attitude influence my actions. I refuse to work overtime because I believe that it is bad for my soul. I have a new attitude about taking care of myself by making sure I have plenty of me time. Growing older doesn’t have to be a negative experience. There is a lot to celebrate about aging. I am like a fine wine; aging has helped me to mellow and develop out tastes for appreciating the finer things in life. Now that I have changed my way of thinking I can enjoy the pleasure of growing older. I refuse to make my own sickness by living an unhealthy lifestyle. I have learned that one’s attitude about aging and life in general is critical to happiness. As I grow older I am able to laugh at myself and the world, I do not take things so seriously anymore.