Aging

Today is somebody’s birthday. Some of those somebodies have reached an age that they deem “old”. It could be sixty-five or as young as forty. It may be dictated by benchmarks like availability of senior discounts or the order of their doctor for their first colonoscopy. It can be the arrival of the empty nest as the youngest child leaves or the arrival of the first grandchild. Whatever the reason for this belief that one is getting old, here are some encouraging words from Joan Chittister from her book The Gift of Years:

“Aging means aging. Nothing more, nothing less. It is just us grown ripe.”

 

 

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