hapnian
4/52
Changing.
Coming to terms with the realization that I'm not as perky as I perceive that I am...physically anyway. Sometimes I'll see a reflection of a tired looking woman when we're walking around the mall or in the village and then I have to take a stunned moment to realize she's me. Even without the less than perfect reflection I sense the shift: tight pants, lack of feet when gazing downward, chin not resting quite so flush on my chest when I droop my head, less elasticity in my skin. And then there's my abdomen, or as author Anne Lamott calls it, the sub-continent. Sheesh! what's up with that. (Nevermind that I love candy and late night bowls of cereal...)
I want to embrace aging, and do so gracefully as the old adage goes, but I'm having a bit of a hard time. I've always been a feisty one so this shouldn't be so shocking. I keep hearing the lines from 'Mr Jones and Me' (Counting Crows), "Wishin' I was someone just a little more funky... when everybody'd love me..."(sic-I'm sure I'm off- misquoting lyrics is a gift of mine :) I still feel funky, as in eclectic and cool, but man, I don't look it most days.
So anyway-all this to say I'm learning to readjust my view of who I am to accomodate the "more ample and character lined" me. I'm hoping this project will help me in doing so by making me comfortable enough in my skin so that I don't forget to let the light that dwells within out. Great grace has been given to me and I need to be more gracious to Him who has bestowed it. I can begin by not belittling the physical part of this creation that makes me, well...me.
Let the journey begin...
4/52
Changing.
Coming to terms with the realization that I'm not as perky as I perceive that I am...physically anyway. Sometimes I'll see a reflection of a tired looking woman when we're walking around the mall or in the village and then I have to take a stunned moment to realize she's me. Even without the less than perfect reflection I sense the shift: tight pants, lack of feet when gazing downward, chin not resting quite so flush on my chest when I droop my head, less elasticity in my skin. And then there's my abdomen, or as author Anne Lamott calls it, the sub-continent. Sheesh! what's up with that. (Nevermind that I love candy and late night bowls of cereal...)
I want to embrace aging, and do so gracefully as the old adage goes, but I'm having a bit of a hard time. I've always been a feisty one so this shouldn't be so shocking. I keep hearing the lines from 'Mr Jones and Me' (Counting Crows), "Wishin' I was someone just a little more funky... when everybody'd love me..."(sic-I'm sure I'm off- misquoting lyrics is a gift of mine :) I still feel funky, as in eclectic and cool, but man, I don't look it most days.
So anyway-all this to say I'm learning to readjust my view of who I am to accomodate the "more ample and character lined" me. I'm hoping this project will help me in doing so by making me comfortable enough in my skin so that I don't forget to let the light that dwells within out. Great grace has been given to me and I need to be more gracious to Him who has bestowed it. I can begin by not belittling the physical part of this creation that makes me, well...me.
Let the journey begin...