Today was my birthday. Before this year, I raced into each birthday, excited for the additional year’s experience that lay ahead of me, wrinkles be damned.
This year, however, my body started to crap out on me in drips and dribbles… a mysteriously inflating calf, migraines, vertigo, Baker’s Cysts… I suddenly understood why old people only ever talk about what’s broken. Because everything breaks.
Oh, don’t get my wrong. I’m not depressed to be another year older (beats the alternative!), but as I head into this year, I’m appreciative for what my body still CAN do, and I’m determined to maintain it as best I can.
I hit yoga twice today and during savasana I found myself giving thanks – not only for my health in general, but also for these specific things:
- For being able to walk 25+ miles per week without thinking about it.
- For not needing to change my underwear every time I sneeze.
- For still having only my own teeth in my mouth.
- For not having mysterious moles (with hair sprouting out of them) popping up on my chin.
- For still finding bras that fit me.
- And for still having the sense to not consider my waistband a bra.
- For not truly knowing what a hot flash is yet.
- For still being years away from finding adult diapers anything but funny.
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