A Weird Kind of Thankfulness

I realize that the thought of getting older is not usually an item on one’s gratitude list. But it is on mine, and not because I am a cancer survivor cancer survivor, or anything. It is much simpler than that.

No matter what anybody says or may lead you to believe, getting older is awesome. For us women folk no longer having those little maniacal eggs floating around wreaking havoc is enough to be thankful for. And, I guess, the same goes for men folk and their male hormones.

Of course, it is not all a bed of roses. With aging comes some physical and mobility issues. And then there is the loss of some irreplaceable, dear friends and loved ones, but the tradeoff is peace, stability and, my favorite, wisdom that can only come from experience.

Try as you might, one of the travesties of life will forever be that wisdom in not transferrable. That is not to say you should give up on your quest to share your knowledge. It is nice to graduate from student to teacher.

But I am not naïve, either. I know life lessons are never ending and, sooner or later, I will have to learn to let go of my worldly possessions and suffer through the end-of-life trials; the final frontier.

But, in the meantime, I am enjoying the process of aging: the wisdom, the opportunities, the freedom and, yes, the small things that I now have the time and ability to see and be thankful for.

Happy Holidays, Everyone.