46









Yesterday, I woke up and looked in the mirror. I noticed some wrinkles that I could swear popped up over night and a random very long gray eyebrow hair that I am very certain was not there last night before I went to bed. It is still a mystery how a gray hair can grow exponentially faster than any other hair in the universe. A conundrum that will continue to remain unsolved...at least for me.

So, I washed my face, patted it dry and then gave myself a few light smacks on my cheeks to wake myself up. I said to myself wearily, "Dang, Jen...you are going to be 46 next month." Oh, how I remember when 46 was old. I bet you do too.

The realization hit me that most likely, most of my life is over. "I can't believe I'm about to be 46...so much closer to 50 now..." I said with not much enthusiasm.

I got dressed into my workout clothes and headed upstairs for a little Peloton action and some weight training.

I looked at myself in the mirror while I was working out. My body, despite its many battle wounds, is still in excellent shape. I have muscle tone and I can still work out much like I used to when I was in my 30's. Maybe even better. Smarter. 

The extra wrinkles and my crazy rogue gray hair didn't even get noticed this time. I stopped myself and smiled. I would not change one single thing. Thank you, Lord, for this life I have been given. As I smiled at myself.

I said once again, "I am going to be 46!" but this time, I said it differently. Almost with a smirk of self-satisfaction. "I am going to be 46!" I said one last time with confidence.





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