Aging is an accumulation of changes over time resulting from experience.
Change. From. Experience.
Aging bodies can be unsettling. I think that's because we lose so much over time; the elasticity of our skin and blood vessels, the density of our bones, efficiency in how our organs function. But if we've used our bodies to really experience life, then maybe there can be a sense of satisfaction in the wearing out of them? Think about the comfort of a worn out pair of jeans, or the familiarity of a well-worn pair of shoes.
Aging minds. Terrifying. Being forgetful, misplacing or losing things, losing concentration. Frightening. But sometimes I think when my mind slows down a little, I'll have a long overdue vacation from my ego and my attachment to things that don't really make me happy. Like I'll be forced to be a bit more literal, see things for what they are, find the simplicity and cut through the bullshit. And I'll have amassed wisdom. LOTS of it!
And an aging set of emotions? Definitely something to hold with anticipation. The richness of all those years of weaving in and out of myself and through and between other's lives can only give me depth. Yah baby!
When I speak of my aging spirit, I feel nothing but pleasure. The intimacy with myself after years of cultivating Jenn is wildly intriguing! And being wrapped around the lives of aged spirits has always been a more comfortable place for me to be.
Good times ahead.