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A Spa Day of Decadence
As I age, I am in a quandary about how or if to celebrate my birthday.
As I age, I am in a quandary about how or if to celebrate my birthday. The answer varies for each individual, and depending on one’s mood, the answer may change from one year to the next until, by the time a person reaches triple digits, celebrating in some way is mandatory!
A sudden realization, as we reach a certain age, jolts us into reality, as we recognize that we are suddenly getting old. Not yet — but soon. Maybe very soon. That unfamiliar, undiscovered, murky period of life quickly approaches, much faster than we would like.
So it begs the question — to celebrate or not to celebrate. We are encouraged to celebrate the fact that we are still around and hopefully enjoying life. Landmark birthdays are an excuse for special occasions and extravagant expenses. This year did not mark a special numbered day for me. It was simply another day denoting a higher age.
It is an omen of things to come — more wrinkles, weaker eyesight and hearing, more AARP mail and fewer fliers from fitness clubs, more pills and doctor visits, and less spicy foods. Offers of seats on buses unexpectedly materialize, and it gets a bit harder to keep up with the grandkids. The extra pounds refuse to leave and eventually we sigh in…
