what happened to aging gracefully and proudly? some of the most
beautiful people i have ever seen were Mayans, living off the land in Belize,
the weather etched right into their faces, which were leathery and dark and
stunning. when i am 80 i want people to read stories in my face. i do not want
papery skin and myriad fine wrinkles held together by chemical products
designed to make me think i look 30 again. because at that point i never will and
it'll be time to let that go. i would rather be old and wise and kind than old
and beautiful.
here is what i am.
i am a writer. i will admit that. i adore
sunlight and books and naps and finding obscure eastern european books and
hidden bookstores. i love nests and curling into nooks. i love to be invisible
and i love to observe. i conquer cities, one at a time. i hate it when i am not
using my brain; i want to be intelligent and wise and i want to know
everything. i want to be elegant and graceful in my movements and gestures. on
sunday mornings i am content.
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