I recently saw an old, old TV colleague of mine from my days in San Antonio.
We hugged. We laughed. We reminisced about what life was like “back then” and how it had the audacity to change on us as it had.
He’d gotten married and divorced. Twice.
He went on to anchor the the 11 o’clock news in a major market in the northeast.
He got got out of the industry and invested in an IT firm in the 90’s that actually made money. A lot of it.
He had aged 40 years.
Mercifully, I hadn’t.
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But as I sat there looking at this man who had at one time, Hollywood good looks, I thought about how we both looked 20 years ago.
It’s a wonderful thing, in that it helps heal us, phsycially and emotionally. Yet, it can be cruel, too. It weathers us physically and emotionally.
How we age, I am told, depends on many factors. Did we smoke? Did we expose ourselves to the brutality of the sun, unprotected? Did we moisturize, moisturize, moisturize???? Do we have a good plastic surgeon?
But the biggest question: Did we choose our parents wisely?
If Mother aged well, you will, too.
My mother got her first crows feet (eye wrinkles) in her mid 60’s. In that regard, I am lucky.
We all age. Getting older is an inevitability and we need to cut ourselves some slack. A 50 year old man will not look as he did at 25. Why should we expect otherwise?
I embrace my age. And probably would, even if I looked like a completely wrinkled old crone. You see, I’ve earned my right to be here. I have lived.
I have survived.
And so have you.
True, sometimes time is kind; sometimes it isn’t. Either way, we need to be more forgiving. Aging is the process by which we live….and learn.
To witness how time progresses us physically, please watch this slide show to compare and contrast.