Coming close to my 69th birthday I have been pondering on ageing and my relationship to it, and at times wondering how I actually made it to this age; where has the time gone? In fact, sometimes I look at this number and cannot relate it to the person I am. But one thing is for sure, I am not going to allow myself to be defined by a number, which is actually 69 cycles around the sun and not the straight line we have been led to believe it is.
I can remember my mother saying to me many years ago, when she was in her 80’s, that inside she didn’t feel any different than she always had, but that so much had changed on the outside, and that I can now relate to; the wrinkles, the sags, the ‘age’ spots and so on. And of course, there is the slowing down of the physical body and the aches and pains that can come with this.
But these days I am actually feeling so much more vital and alive than I have ever done and in fact, I can say that I feel I am growing younger. When I share that with others they do look at me rather strangely, very curious as to why I am not aligning with accepted beliefs of what it is to grow old – that it’s all ‘down-hill’ until the day you die.
Well I, and many others I know, are certainly blasting that old and ingrained belief to bits and having much fun doing so. Life is for living until our last breath but I have come to know that it’s the quality in how we live our life which will determine how our latter years will unfold. It’s not like someone has waved a magic wand and suddenly I am feeling so very different than I used to. It has taken time, about 15 years, a commitment to changing the way I was living, and the understanding that how I am feeling and how my life is unfolding, starts with the choices I am making.
Yes, it all comes down to our choices: are they self-loving and honouring of the amazing body that has supported us since birth, or not?