Whoever said life begins at 40 was smoking crack. It began ok – to fall apart. I realize that’s a negative statement for a Christian, but I’m now 54 and I hate getting old. To make it worse, I’ve gained a lot of weight. I can’t do the things I used to be able to do. Even silly things like jumping on the trampoline with the grandkids or teaching my grandsons to stand on their heads like I taught my sons and granddaughters. Things hurt more. Places hurt more. I was once described as a formidable woman. I fear that woman is gone. My transition through Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs is not progressing well. Self actualization seems completely out of reach. With regard to death, I know to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. That’s good. It’s the time from now till then. Any words of wisdom out there?
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