The Youth of Old Age
This is the summer that I will remember as the summer�I started my new life.
I read once that "40 is the old age of youth, and 50 is the youth of old age" Well, I've arrived at my youth.
It doesn't look the way it did the first time, though�I don't remember being able to really see myself then. I remember�the flaws, the criticisms de'jour, yes I have a clear picture
of that woman. Today I think more kindly towards myself. I allow the light to shine on me without shame or discomfort.
Self-consciousness�that ruled�my youth has exhausted itself now, and�is allowing wonder to walk in its place.�I feel�the wonder of�a�child but with�the wisdom of her mother.
Isn't that interesting?
That is the question I ask at every glance I get of the woman in the mirror.
My answer: Very.