Thursday, February 11, 2010

Chorus Line

In recent times, with much fear and a little bit of a teary eye, I have had a revelation. It came when I was home alone one morning. No, it was not the realization of the graying of my hair. Nor the fact that my eyesight is causing me to wish for longer arms. It's not even those wrinkles around my eyes. Or the fuzziness that seems to be forming on my lip. No, all of these things I have made my peace with.
But, one morning, as the music way playing on my computer and I was "dancing" around, I had a moment of horror. As I danced, parts were swinging along in time. Uh oh. The thighs. The buttocks, The belly had a whole part of it's own going on. The backs of my arms. And, could I be imagining it, but I think I felt movement somewhere around my jaw and neckline. No, Can't be. Not me.
But, alas, middle age is settling in. Or, has settled in. And I could mourn. And fuss. And lament. But, instead I am thinking that I'll just view my body as my own little chorus line to help me celebrate each day in joy.
Still, a little mortified. But, overall, happy just to have the opportunity to live. The blessing of breath. A little sagging is a small price to pay.
blessings,
rhonda

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