I’m not sure just what that means. Does it mean letting it all hang out and not worrying at all about how or even if you’re aging? Does it mean fighting every wrinkle, every sag, every grey hair?
For me, the answer is somewhere in the middle, something about balance.
I’m not the woman I was 30 years ago or even 10 years ago. I’m better. Certainly I’m better emotionally and intellectually. I’ve learned a lot of lessons – the most important of which for me seems to have been to enjoy the moment. The trick for me, I suspect, is to keep on getting better physically as well.
I don’t want to run a marathon. I don’t want to go to the gym every day. I don’t want to bulk up. What I do want is to feel good in every way and I guess that’s going to mean walking an hour a day (which is easier than it sounds seeing as I live and work downtown which means I walk everywhere) and swimming for half or three-quarters of an hour two or three times a week and maybe even (when I get the time) taking a yoga class once or twice a week. I’m talking gentle exercise and mostly exercise that relaxes me as well as energizes me. I’m a big fan of the middle path.
I like the woman I am now. I’m not one of those people who remembers being young as the best time of her life. I enjoyed it, I did, and if you ask I’ll tell you about those parts that aren’t censored, but you could pay me a million dollars and I wouldn’t be a teenager again. Or even in my twenties. I like this Kate Austin.
I like the things she knows and the things she knows she doesn’t know. I like the fact that she’s way more willing than she used to be to admit that she doesn’t know everything – just almost everything. I like the way she can laugh about herself.
I like the way she’s willing to make a fool of herself and try something new. I like the way she’s open to new experiences and new people. I like the way she’ll talk to anyone. I like the work she’s doing and the books she’s writing. I like the amazing, astonishing, wonderful women and men she’s meeting. I like the way she appreciates what she has and who she knows. I like the way she – finally – understands that love and friendship and joy and laughter and tears don’t need to be hoarded but need to be shared. I like the way she knows that she’s got more than enough of all those things for everyone.
So I guess you could say that I am aging gracefully. And joyously. And I definitely can’t complain about that.