Well this truthful tale must begin at the beginning and that is with the packing of my suitcase and the swimsuit which went in it.
Doesn’t that one word just make you cringe...swimsuit.
You see it was just a few weeks ago on a sunny and steamy day in Puerto Rico I put on my swimsuit in preparation for a seashore experience with my precious family.
It was in that very life defining moment that as I turned around to look at myself in a full length mirror that I came to terms with this fact.
I have never been more unattractive in a swimsuit and yet I have never felt better in one.
With legs as white as alabaster from the knee up, cellulite visible on the upper thighs and a tummy that refused to cooperate with being sucked in, it all became quite apparent that I could either embrace my 60 year old body and live life to the fullest with this beautiful kiss of reality or I could hide out for 10 days in the dark, shuddering at how the years had suddenly crept upon me.
You know you may be a younger woman reading this but if you are blessed to live long enough this will happen to you too and these thoughts that I am sharing today will be great tools for you to use in the future.
Just think of this as a friendly little chat.
So of course I did have a small panic attack, and wished that I had a swimsuit in my bag that came up to my neck and down to my ankles to put on.
But I didn’t, so I told myself to breathe…
Should I worry what people would think and then miss on out on this precious time with my dear ones.
Or should I just focus on my dreadful appearance and say I am not going to get into the water, but what would that accomplish?
To make matters even worse my hair would not stay in place because of the high humidity and my gray roots were showing terribly.
You see I truly was in a dilemma I was on an Island with nowhere to run.
So this is what I did in a almost snip-snap sort of way.
I saw myself for the woman that I am. This acceptance gave me such great freedom to live life more freely, thoroughly and happily.
I will make no more apologies for my feelings, quirks, ideas, and most certainly not for my appearance!
I have arrived ( well maybe skidded a time or two) to this place just as I was meant to and it is truly a glorious, fabulous celebration of life not a enduring prison sentence.
I have made it to sixty and no matter if you are twenty or ninety, I’d like for you to be just as excited at your spot in life.
I am so well loved by this little family who lives across the ocean from me that I realized being sixty was right were I was suppose to be.
( Would I like to have my young body back, well of course! But I’ll take this one and the acceptance that goes with it.)
I accepted with gratitude and grace that my journey has been a bit of a struggle, but that struggle has made me appreciate the beauty and sweetness of life all the more.
( I am not Cher, and she does looks amazing for a 70+ but I bet she can’t grow sunflowers)
I vowed to embrace these precious moments of life with a clear mind, focused on the moment.
Not the past, nor the future.
(But I am considering a spray tan before I put on another swimsuit!)
I would not let fear hinder me from exploring, growing, thriving and engaging in these rare moments of pure joy.
Life is not a competition nor it is a comparison, participating in either one of those mindsets will rob you of joy and peace.
I would travel to where I was loved, wanted and respected and give back tenfold what was given to me.
The kiss of reality is a gift that when combined with dreams is an awesome combination to create the life that you were always meant to live no matter your age
My wish for you is for the Sun to light your path, for the rain to wash away your fears, and for the breeze to bring you the beautiful kiss of reality.
From Jemma’s Home to yours with Love,