Berthaday Girl…

Yesterday was my birthday…and after testing some soil samples taken from my back yard…it’s official…I’m older than…dirt

Funny thing is…I don’t feel…that…old…well…maybe my body does…but…something about me doesn’t…

Bertha…says it’s her…that she’s the part of me that still feels young…and…I suppose she’s right…or she couldn’t still be wearing those ridiculously high heels that she wears…or sporting that spandex without getting jeers and sneers at Wally World…and…she’s still pretty agile when she jumps onto her soapbox…so…I have to admit…she’s definitely young…

She goes on to tell me…that age…like beauty…is in the eyes of the beholder…and…that I get to choose how I see myself…and others…

I can look past the…gray hair…bald heads…wrinkles…extra pounds…deteriorating bodies…

I can look deeper than the surface…and…when I do…I can see the spirit…

It’s my choice…

Today…I want to look deeper…I want to see and feel the vitality that surrounds me…I suppose I should start…by looking in the mirror…

Jane

The Ever Changing Little Black Dress…

Every woman needs a little black dress…or two or three…I’ve heard that phrase as least as long as I’ve been considered a woman…and…I’ve had my share of them over the years…that one special dress that looked really good on me…and could be slipped on at a moment’s notice…for the right invitation…

Unfortunately…I’ve seen an evolution in my black dress over the years…first of all…it ain’t so little anymore…yeah…that one really gets to me…but…it’s true…and…second…it’s not kept in a place of honor in the closet to be pulled out for a night out on the town…no…those invitations are fewer and further between…well actually…they don’t exist…and the black dress…is now used primarily for its slimming abilities…and for funerals…

I have reached the age…when the reality is…I’m aging…and so is my family and circle of friends…and with aging…comes death…I’m not really comfortable talking about it…but it does…and the need for that black dress…comes more and more often…

I’m currently without said dress…I reluctantly gave my last version away not so long ago…because it didn’t fit…and…I really need to get a new one…I saw one on a recent shopping trip…but…decided not to try it on at the time…maybe I wasn’t in the mood to spend money…maybe I was disappointed at my lack of social invitations…or…maybe I was trying to avoid the inevitable by not having the appropriate dress in the closet…

If the later was my intent…it hasn’t worked…I’ve needed that dress a couple of times already…I’ve shown up in pastel…I know that I should go back to see if it is still there…but…I’m not sure that I will…somehow…the little black dress has lost its appeal for me…as I try to hold on to life as I know it…

Jane