By Joan Bunting, December 12, 2019 —As I was approaching my senior years, I noticed that some would overly be concerned about coming into their senior years [as well]. We don’t know how we’ll turn out but all we have to do is continue to be ourselves. Hopefully, as we grow older, we have also grown spiritually. The way we’ll be able to also grow gracefully.
This Sunday, if I’m still here, I’ll be eighty years old. For some reason, I’ve become very excited about it. I can hardly believe that I have lived (almost) eight decades. As I think about what I’ve been through here on this Earth, I’m constantly thanking and praising God for bringing this far. As I go through my senior years, I have to laugh because some of the changes I’ve been through and still are going through are just funny.
For instance, one minute I’m just fine and feeling great and the next minute there comes a slight pain out of nowhere. And I’ll say, “Now where did that come from?” Then it’s gone like it never happened.
I talk to myself a lot and I laugh at myself a lot. In the morning when I’m in the bathroom I look in the mirror to see what I look like. I notice the sagging of my body, the wrinkles, the bags under my eyes, and I make ugly faces at myself and tell myself that this is what I’m supposed to look like at my age so stop trying to find that youthful look that I used to have.
I’ve never had a problem with growing old, I’ve just kept being me and thanking God constantly for keeping me all these years.