Another birthday.

My birthday is this Sunday and I feel ho hum about it. The older I get, the less I feel like celebrating.  God has blessed me in many ways, but I still complain.  I wonder if this is something that goes along with aging.

I remember when I was young, I thought old people were grumpy and hard to please. They seemed boring to me. My parents taught me to respect my elders, so I tried to be as helpful as I could.

Here I am old and feeling as if society has put me out to pasture. These are my golden years they tell me. The heck with golden years – I want to continue being a part of life and all it has to offer.  Because my hair is white, and I have wrinkles and sagging skin, I’m treated differently.  It doesn’t help when older people act and dress old – if you know what I mean. Does old age come with an instruction book?

I’ve been told over the phone I sound young. That’s because the person on the other end of the conversation can’t see me.  I guess I’ll have to put a bag over my face to hide my age. I don’t feel old until I see the look on the faces of someone younger. If you’re an older person, you know what I mean.

I  choose not to have a facelift –most times I’m fine with my age.  I suppose I’m the one with the problem. I can choose to act old, or act the way I feel – sometimes young and sometimes old. The saying, you’re as old as you feel, is about right. My wish for my birthday is to live life fully and stop fretting about how others see me. Life is what you make of it and I choose to make it the best birthday after!