Miriam Iwrey has a great outlook on this whole aging thing! Read more from Miriam on her website.
I just had a birthday, and I am celebrating 57 years being alive!
The funny thing is I just don’t feel 57 … inside of me, I feel like the 15-year-old teenager I was; eagerly getting out of bed in the morning, waiting to see what the day will bring.
To let you in on a secret…my goal is to never feel on the inside what my chronological age is on paper. I vowed years back that I will be living to be 102 years old and one day. By my count, I have 45 years left to do all the things I want to do.
My life thus far has been a complete adventure; some great years, some not-so-good years, but all in all, I am one blessed soon-to-be 57-year-old.
57…interesting number; closer to 60 than 50.
I have a girlfriend who is in her late 60’s; when we had the dinner earlier this month, she told me my body would start falling apart in three years, so I should take advantage of the next three. I looked at her and said, “Not me.” She smiled and said, “We’ll talk in three years.” I am a true believer that what we think comes true. I don’t believe my body will start failing me in three years, so I’m good.
Now can I stand to lose those pesky seven pounds I have grappled with over the past year? Yes.
Can I add some weight training to my daily hour walk? Yes.
Will I? Yes.
Why? I always want to be my best no matter what the age. In addition, I want to be a role model.
As we age we can do so gracefully, embracing who we are, honoring who we are, not being obsessed with achieving the perfect body. To me, reaching 57 means I know who I am, love who I am and continue to grow into my uniqueness, awesomeness.
57! Life is grand and I am extremely blessed.