
I have tried every prayer practice and every moisturizing, wrinkle-deleting cream known to man, and still I seem to be losing an inexorable battle with gravity inch by inch, year by year. Yes, I could get a face lift, but then I feel I would be erasing some of my history. After all, I may not be thrilled with wrinkles, but I did earn them. I can remember some personal losses that popped out a new, facial crevasse or two. Worry and grief are costly, and they remind us that we may be spiritual beings but we are also subject to our humanity as well. This, too, is an unavoidable life progression.
Is there a magic bullet, something that will smooth out my smiling face and make me a girly-girl again? Maybe the search for magic is the problem. There is nothing magic about living a full and honest life. There is nothing magic about growing into ourselves either. Some wag once said that growing older is not for sissies, and that wise one was right. Enough looking for the magic bullet already! I’ll just keep laying on the lead-lined sunscreen, appreciate where I find myself and remember that I have more life to share than ever.
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Find more about Margaret at:
www.margaretstortz.com or https://margaretstortz.blogspot.com