Birthday reflections in Zanzibar, reading Camino Island from @johngrisham
I’ve been told “You don’t look 48.”
No I don’t and I don’t look 21 or 35 or 60.
I look like a woman who has aged gracefully and grew into my skin. Who is working hard to reach optimal physical, mental, emotional and spiritual health in this temporary state we call Life and do it with dignity and class.
The wrinkles I have are from frowning, smiling and laughing. The white hairs I have are from grief, aging, and autoimmune disease. This is part of life.
The heightened sensitivity but calmer temper is from wisdom, empathy and tired of the world’s bullshit because I see the truth now at so many levels. I make connections I didn’t even 5 years ago.
I don’t look 48 … I look me.. Patty being authentic and still in awe of what the God has created within me and around me, like this magnificent beach I’m sitting on.
I look loved, accepted, experienced, and protected from God’s Grace.
My eyes show content and my heart shows gratitude.
This is what restored health and hope looks like… at any age..