I am a pretty intelligent woman …. over forty let’s say. I have been hearing about this aging gracefully myth for years. Of course I paid no real attention to it … since I was so young … y’all feeling me? Anyways, I had this “significant” birthday a few months ago and all “heck” broke loose. Blood pressure shooting out my head, eye glasses don’t work, body aching in places, let’s just say in a different way. My skin got dry as the Nevada desert. I drank so much water I could hear it swishing as I walked. What I thought was the final straw turned out to be just the beginning. Woke up one morning and my eyelashes were GONE! I looked for them in the bed. I have no idea where they went. I entertained the thought perhaps that they were kidnapped. But who’d kidnap eight eyelashes? Besides, there was no ransom note.
Devastated does not begin to describe my mood. I decided to make an appointment to see my doctor. I thought I might be going a bit crazy on account of there are some crazy folks hanging out in my family tree… but we won’t talk about them. I told my story to my doctor who proceeded to send me for every test in medical history! I got x-rayed, injected with glow dye, CAT scanned, saw several specialists, and had weekly visits to the medical vampires for blood draw. Honey, my arms were bruised like I was beaten, grabbed, and pinched. I was told that perhaps you have Lupus or it might be a nervous breakdown. Perhaps even the change. Really? OH HECK TO THE NO! Whenever doctors have no clue what is wrong with you they always say it’s stress or you need to lose a few pounds. Whatever!
One day while I was meditating to reduce my stress (doctor’s orders), I heard a male voice say, “There’s nothing wrong with you!” OMG! Now I am hearing voices!! What is next??!! Even though I wanted to run out of the dressing room … oh, I forgot to tell y’all about the dressing room? Well, my dressing room is my peaceful place. All my designer shoes, purses, outfits and jewelry surround me. I have a mat and a special pillow for my neck that I place on the floor and lie on to meditate. Whoever said you have to be sitting like a chicken with your legs crossed to meditate was just wrong. This way works perfectly for me. Anyway I wanted to get up and run out of that dressing room but there was this calmness that came over me and made me feel like perhaps the there was some truth to what the voice was saying. I rolled over on my mat, looked at myself in the mirror and saw a Divine Delta Diva looking back at me as if to say … “Girl, stop tripping!” I got off the floor, dolled myself up in my most stunning outfit. Did my makeup, put on my hair, slipped on my Manolo Blahniks and stepped out of the closet like a real Delta Diva!!! So, here’s what I’m trying to tell you: This aging gracefully thing might trip you up from time to time, but you look it straight in the eyes, wearing your killer outfit and you simply walk it off! It’s all about perception. Smile Divas! You got this! Walk It Off! Walk It Off!