resting my head
on the back of my chair
getting older
“I have reached an age, where if someone tells me to wear socks, I don’t have to.” Albert Einstein.
I don’t mind getting older. It’s natural. It happens to everything: people, animals, flowers, trees, books, buildings, stories, all sorts of ideas. Why deny it? Why make getting old a bad thing or something to resist? It is what it is, a natural phenomenon. As I age and become wiser, I realize how little I understand, how much there is still to learn. After all these years, the old girl is still asking why?
