Accept this age thing without age-denial or age-shame.
Good statement. Says a lot.
Age-denial – let’s see – so that would be getting my face “done”, my butt lifted, my boobs implanted, covering my gray hairs, dressing like I’m twenty-something? Age-denial sounds like an oxymoron to me. How do I deny age? I started aging the instant I took my first breath, or actually while in the womb!
Denying my own age sets up a prejudice against myself. How could I embrace my aging if I am actively denying it? Is my older self not as good as my younger self? How could I possibly own and sustain a magnificence of self?
Accepting my age and who I have become because of my age is an accomplishment to be proud of. All aging is successful, otherwise you are dead.
Age-shame – let’s see – being horrified if someone knows my age, not celebrating birthdays for the same reason, making excuses “I’m just too old for that”, “I’m having a senior moment”, etc. Think of how often you might say things like that.
American culture is brutally youth-centric.
I’m not saying aging is easy. We all have things we are concerned about as we age – running out of money, getting sick, being alone, and discrimination as in age-ism (much like sex-ism or race-ism!)
Denying who I am, how old I am or how I look creates an artificial, destructive and unsustainable division between who I am and who I am to become. And if one is 50, it’s very possible that another 40 years awaits the greatest possibilities.
That’s pro-aging. Doing whatever it takes to make this new chapter the best ever:
- Figuring out the money thing as best you can,
- Eating real food (not boxed food),
- Moving that amazing body of yours every day,
- Creating community and thinking of aging as an honor and a privilege, because that is what it is.