About a week ago I turned 44 and, being me, that made me start ponder. Am I distressed that my age has progressed beyond the "young lady" season? Do I dread my birthdays more than celebrate them now? And my answer surprised me. A resounding NO! Despite the American dominant culture constantly telling me I need to fight my age with every ounce of energy and every penny earned, I rejoice that I am 44. Having invisible disabilities makes my life challenging, but it also pushes me to savor every wonderful moment of life as it happens. I'm not upset I'm not young anymore. Rather I am thrilled! I want to get out in that motorboat and scream, "Hey world! I made it! I made it to 44!" I'm grateful to escape the distress of aging, at least for this birthday, because of strange pieces of my life that get labeled disabilities.
"Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art!" --Stanislaw Jerzy Lec