We get so many free magazines at work and being the mag-monster that I am, I managed to bring home a stash of interesting ones to last me months and months of restroom reading enjoyment hahaha.   I usually like the fashion magazines which I really enjoy but actually wouldn't spend a buck buying. I enjoy the latest on fahion and beauty tips (like have you heard about the latest organic beauty product yet?) 

Anyway, I was deep into this magazine called "More" and it took me a long time to realize that it was for a market much older than I am. Why didn't it send off some alarm bells while I was browsing through age-defying body products, some empty nest articles, kids homecoming during the holidays, and post-menopausal workouts? I think it's simply because I am deeply interested in what lies ahead, and dedicated in arming myself with nuggets of tips to cope when my joints start creaking and my periods stop coming. LOL.

Ahhh getting old. I just realized that I enjoyed reading the magazine because the truth is, I'm really not too far away from being there, with the way time flies. 4 years from now, I'll be forty. No, make that 3 years from now, since my birthday is fast approaching.

Just a few months ago, I realized (yes, it took me that long) that I don't look the same in photos anymore. I don't look the same in the mirror, with beginning crow's feet, some more freckles, and skin that is more challenged than ever.

Why it took me that long to realize that this whole "aging" process is finally manifesting, you ask?

Because each time I look at myself, I still see the young and beautiful child staring back at me. 

My body grows old, but I'd like to believe that my spirit doesn't. It simply strives to live beautifully, and meaningfully each passing day.

That's supposedly a good thing, right?