“When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.” Viktor E. Frankl
I hate getting old, that is the mantra that runs through my mind nowadays. I never gave the aging process much thought but recently it is there and refuses to leave centerstage. I am not at that stage yet where my bones creak or turning or moving a certain way tells me that I need to be gentle with myself. I do know, however, that time is moving faster than I want it to and that my friends makes me want to challenge the situation.
I have had this love affair with keeping fit. It started when I was 18 and it has kept up with me to the present. Breathing in the fresh air as I do a fast paced walk with only the forest and mountains for company is my definition of a good time. Nothing invigorates like a trek in the outdoors. Time is not of an essence here, it is relegated to where it belongs, just out of reach until I give it permission to return again or the next time I take a look in the mirror and I see that the reflection staring back at me is no longer the person I used to know. I say to myself, “I was beautiful once, who is this stranger staring back at me? I vaguely remember her.” Yet I know that I am my worst critic. My hair is still long, dark and silky, my skin unlined but that one tiny crease on my forehead seems to scream, “Watch out, more is on the way!” Time changes things and aging does the rest but if you put enough effort into stopping Father Time, maybe just maybe this inevitable journey will take a breather and give you enough of a respite from what aging does to a person.
Cindy McDonal once said, “Aging is not an option, not for anyone. It is how gracefully we handle the process and how lucky we are, as the process handles us.”
Perhaps there is some truth to that but does luck have anything to do with it? How about this quote, Eleanor Roosevelt’s wondrous interpretation of aging, “Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.” Hmm….this one makes me want to jump up and yell Hallelujah! Finally someone who understands what it is all about but really….works of art? Really? Whatever aging is, it is a preoccupation with the inevitable. You can stave off the wrinkles with potions and creams that promise much but deliver little as “age” marches on with a smug smile on its face. Going down south is a journey that can’t be stopped because sooner or later we are all faced with it whether we want to or not. So what’s left?
I choose to wake up with a beautiful smile on my face, stretch and take a couple of deep breaths to oxygenate those oxygen deprived cells, put on my sports shoes and get out there to walk, march or jog to get my tired and sometimes lethargic muscles moving. Later I follow up with half an hour of weight training and then meditate for all I’m worth! There is something about stopping the incessant chatter and clutter of your mind by staring into the dark abyss between your brows. It does stop time for a little while. Permanency is persona non grata here. It is as fleeting as a butterfly and after all is said and done, you’ll still have to ward off the signs as gracefully as you can and that is a conundrum in itself.
Perhaps this quote makes it just a tad easier to bear.
“Wrinkles mean you laughed, grey hair means you cared, and scars mean you lived!”
Prolific but if that doesn’t work, try this one on for size.
“Sometimes you just have to put on your big girl panties and deal with it…”
It has been said that “time stops for no man” and neither does it for a woman. The marching of time with booted feet will drone on as it leaves its signs of aging behind but like with everything else in life, it’s how you choose to approach it that counts. The light within, that little spark of light that flickers with uncertaintly over the daunting task of accepting this next phase in life will seem too delicate to take on the inevitable at first. The slowing down of a body that no longer has the power of a spring chicken to jump, dance and twirl with no regard for the emphasis it places on the hardening muscles will be a thing of the past. Slowing down will become your key word and for some of us, the challenge will be in how to sparkle with renewed vitality, how to make the wrinkles less important, the laugh lines a little less visible and the going down south syndrome more bearable. In the end and according to the Viktor Frankl quote in the beginning, when you can no longer change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves. Perhaps therein lies the whole crux of the matter.
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