milestone = important event, one that occurs at a critical time
memory = something that is remembered, mental representation
Not sure about the “important” or “critical”. Yesterday was a milestone b-day and I ain’t sayin’ the number, but social media being what it is, I’m sure that number is out there somewhere. As the lady in the commercial says, “Age is only a number, and mine’s unlisted”. 😉
I don’t feel old(er). Too bad the mirror tells me I am. I suppose a facelift is a possibility, but I don’t have 20K to spare, and from some I’ve seen, I’m not so sure I’d [truly] want to go there. Lips kissing my earlobes—as in mine—is not that winsome a look.
The memories? I buried my mom on Monday. The service was short and pleasant. And emotional. When the celebrant played “Amazing Grace”, Niagara Falls erupted.
For decades, I took care of my mom. Now, it’s time to take care of me, so people keep telling me. And they’re right. I’ve neglected myself in many ways. I need to look after me—by wearing a new hat (like a lady at a royal ceremony might sport, though technically I suppose that would be called a fascinator) and viewing life and the world with fresh [not fatigued or anxious] eyes, and maybe embracing that age that makes me wince and grimace. Some people are good with getting older; they welcome it and wear it like a silver crown or a badge of honor. Power to them.
For the next week or so, I’ll likely continue to reflect on the memories [good, bad, sad] that have brought me to this milestone. I’ll honor them . . . and I’ll offer gratitude to all that’s made me what I am today.
And on that note-speaking of milestones and memories—I have a coronation to watch (and I’m not referring to that entertaining soap-opera-dense street)!
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