Anything in life that we don’t accept will simply make trouble for us until we make peace with it. ~ Allen Reid McGinnis
I bought a device from an infomercial that’s supposed to turn back the aging clock.
Whew! There, I said it.
Needless to say …. it didn’t work. It had a money-back guarantee, so I returned it.
As usual, the situation caused me to introspect. I’m not really a gullible person, and didn’t have high hopes for the product when I shelled out the dinero. So, why did I buy it?
Well, the first answer that came to mind was that …. you never know. Why not try it to smooth things out? I can always send it back if it doesn’t work.
How many products are there that claim they will make us younger? Not to mention the amount of plastic surgery some endure to make them feel better about their appearance.
When I see Joan Rivers, or some other celebrity with sunk-in eyes and mannequin skin, I think, “You’ve paid tens of thousands for something that’s going to rot in a grave, and it doesn’t look any better than wrinkles.”
Then, I see another sag on my own body and think, one little nip or tuck wouldn’t be bad, would it?
All of these thoughts jumbled through my mind on my drive home from the post office (to return the device), and then one word popped into my head like a billboard …
The word switched my mind from questions, to perhaps some answers.
Maybe aging is supposed to teach us acceptance of the inevitable … acceptance of things that we can’t change, like death. And, other things, like … I’d love to be 5’6 with long legs, but 4’11 and hemming all pants/skirts/dresses is what I’ve had to accept.
Maybe the inevitable aging process is supposed to help us to look inward, to find what truly matters.
Maybe certain things, like aging, or challenging circumstances in our lives, serve a purpose that we’re missing, because we are focused on changing something which can’t be changed.
I’m not saying that we can’t work to make dreams come true, but that’s an entirely different subject from what I’m trying to say here. Let’s be realistic, I’ll never reach the top shelf of my kitchen cabinets without a step-stool (or having them lowered).
It turns out, this entire introspection about acceptance is not merely a question of aging. It can cover many matters in life that some of us are not willing to accept.
Maybe not accepting my aging body means I’m not accepting other things in my life as well. What else am I resisting, instead of facing head on and accepting?
What things haven’t you accepted?
Growth begins when we start to accept [and embrace] our own weaknesses. ~ Jean Vanter