"Girl, you lookin like you gonna live forever"
I ran into an ex-client yesterday while I was out getting my haircut and buying groceries.
We talked for a few minutes, then she remarked, “You look younger than you looked couple a years ago. Girl, you lookin like you gonna live forever.”
I muttered something in reply, because I don’t always know how to handle compliments.
But last night I got to thinking about what this person said to me, because I’m going to turn 60 (as in years old) this summer.
I’m handling this fact pretty well, although some nights I lay and bed and pray that when it’s my time to go I see a blinding flash of light and then just drop over dead.
Neuroses aside, death is something that comes for each one of us, and as aunt of mine told me years ago, “When it’s your time, there is nothing you can do about it.”
So I’m happy that I’m looking younger now; losing some weight, eating better and getting more exercise has helped me look younger, I’m thinking.
But do I want to live forever?
When it’s mine turn to return from whence I came (i.e., dust), hopefully I will let go gracefully and not make a deal with the devil or some other hopeless attempt to cheat the reaper.
But I’m really happy to be looking younger right now.
I’ll cheat the reaper a few years at a time, and feel healthy for a bit longer.