Monday, April 27, 2009

aging on my own terms

I respect the age, wisdom and experience of others but me and "age" have some terms to come to. And they are MY terms.

period.

I don't care what age dictates, or tries to dictate to me.

I will wear brightly colored shawls because I like them. They are not reserved only for gypsies or the young.

I will wear silver jewelry and gold jewelry at the same time. *gasp*

I will color my hair vibrant hues of RED or BLONDE or BOTH until I am ready for something different, whether I be 40 years old or 90.

I will have my nails painted fuchsia, neon yellow, or jet black without regard to the style for women my age, younger OR older. The brighter the better. =]

I will wear tacky costume jewelry because I like it and I can. Not because I am becoming a crazy old lady. Or have no sense of style. I like it. I can. Nuff said.

I will whisper my prayers to my God, worship at the feet of my Christ and dance with the Holy Spirit til I cannot dance anymore. And then dance some more. Til I die.

I will let my Father's Joy in my cup run over and splash onto those around me no matter how sour their disposition is. Or mine either for that matter. Sometimes I may have to drown my own self in it.

I will give up the right to be right and the right to be offended often and consistently. Offense and self righteousness must certainly hasten the ravages of time on the body and face.

I will wear long skirts with crazy patterns and not care if they are the current style or not. It's my body. If I like it who cares if anyone else does?

Heavy eyeliner is my friend. So are SmokeyEyes. Til I die. In my casket too. =]

I will let my hair grow long and let it swing free no matter how often other women say women my age should have short hair. It's my hair. not theirs. I don't care.

I will head bang at any time without warning. At any age. Cuz that's how I grew up and it's too much fun to leave behind.

I will not have plastic surgery. I am pushing 41. I am not supposed to look 21 or 31. Every wrinkle, every sag or bag, is mine. I earned them. I am not now nor will I ever be ashamed to look my age.

Age to me is just a number. Since I am barely passing math with a "C" that should say what I think of numbers. Especially if they keep hooking up with letters. Should be a law against that. Algebra I mean.



Just some random thoughts today as I was getting my nails done by the lovely Eam at Pink and White in the mall......