Ageing Gracefully

CHANGE THE WAY YOU SEE

I don’t have crow’s feet,

I have happy, happy memories of laughing with friends until the tears flowed.

I don’t have frown lines,

I have the marks of my frustration and confusion, which I battled through, smiling in the end.

I am not going grey,

I have shimmering highlights of wisdom, dashed throughout my silver hair.

I don’t have scars,

I have symbols of the strength I was able to find when life got tough.

I don’t have stretch marks,

I have the marks of growth and the marks of motherhood. My womanly evolution.

I am not fat,

I bear the evidence of a life filled with abundance, blessings, and good times.

I am not just forgetful,

I have a mind so full of stories, memories, and moments that there is scarce room to hold much else.

I am not old,

I am blessed with a life of great length, something not everyone can say.

Don’t change the way you look, my friend,

change the way you see.

- Written by Donna Ashworth

Sadly, there was no meditation today because The Gypsy was ill, but it was nice to stay in bed and not have to rush into the day.

After Harley play, I reheated some chicken broth and sat down to watch a couple of fluffy movies on Foxtel. I fell asleep during the 2nd movie and missed most of it. I’d say I got over an hour of sleep.

I decided that Adoring Husband could cook on the barbecue for dinner and I made three salads. Coleslaw, potato salad and a garden salad. 

We played trivia for an hour before watching MKR.

Now it’s time to sleep.

Nite all.