Still 39. Small consolation. Felt low for an entire week thinking about the turn of the decade and almost crawled into a hole thinking intensely negative thoughts of the kind that make one take a blade to one’s wrists and make sure the edge isnt blunt, and you have enough towels to mop up the mess, rather risking staining the handmade tiles…you know.
Today, am back to sanity. It is, after all just another number. I feel in my mid twenties. I dont know about how my face is defining my age, thats for the others around me to say, but I’m yet unbotoxed, unlifted, unpeeled. Thats the skin and the body I am. And I’m darned proud of it. If I look into the mirror and wince at my reflection, I might go out and get myself ‘done’, but I dont see that day coming for a while. And of course, I think of what happened to Koena Mitra and would rather sit tight on my spreading butt.
So I’ve decided. I need to count my blessings today. And think of what all I have done in my life to make me proud of myself.
I have a lovely son, a spouse who loves me in the most uncommunicative way, a mother who adores me and thinks the sun still shines out of my spreading butt.
I have a team of friends who work with me on India Helps and are willing to give time, energy and of themselves to make this an effort that is truly commendable.
I have a warm and inviting home that is my refuge and my strength.
I have a body that is cared for, fit and active. And a mind that refuses to stay still and not think up new things I could take up.
I have tons of friends who call me and are concerned about me, and take time out to meet me.
And I have the rest of my life ahead of me……
Happy birthday to me. Age is just a number. Yes, truly. And I shall now refuse to define myself by my age.