I’m sitting here on the eve of my birthday and looking at myself. Reflecting…
I’m going to be a year older. Funny, I don’t feel older. I still feel quite young; although I must say, I feel wiser. So, I’d say that’s a nice balance. Plus, my teens don’t think I’m old. I’d say that’s a major win!
My body looks a bit older, but I have to say, I’m happy with it. Is it perfect? Nope. But I feel stronger than I did last year, I feel balanced. I still feel sexy. I feel good.
I look at my face. It looks a bit older. I have some wrinkles. Of course I try to keep them at bay as much as I can, but I can accept them. I see wrinkles on my forehead. Those show that I have worried. However, I have a few wrinkles on the sides of my eyes and the corners of my mouth. And those show that I’ve laughed and smiled. I have to say; those wrinkles show up more than the ones on my forehead. So, I guess that means I’ve laughed and smiled more than I’ve worried.
I look forward to this next year and I appreciate that I’m blessed enough to see another birthday. 🙂