illness

If you’d told me twenty years ago that I’d like myself better now than then, my younger self would’ve shrugged off that comment without another thought. Grays are taking over my hairline, I have put on pounds, and it seems that there’s a never-ending discovery of “something new” that’s weird or off with my physiology. Yet, I am happy. Lump this in with the mysteries of this journey we call life. As it turns out, getting old and growing older are distinctly different. While the former references the inevitable decay of the body and/or how many years it’s been since we were born, the latter is a reflection of the gifts of aging. (Spoiler alert: There actually are blessings in growing older.)