I have a significant birthday approaching in November and it has me thinking about all things aging, like...my neck. More than a decade ago, I read Nora Ephron's book, I Feel Bad About My Neck, and now, I do feel bad about my neck. But the funny thing is, most people will never notice my neck (except now I've brought it up they might), but who cares? Our necks are so insignificant in the greater scheme of things, right? Remember that scene in My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2, when the three sisters pull each other's necks up from behind for a picture? I do that sometimes in the mirror and think I should have noticed my neck more, maybe moisturized more often, recognized its unwrinkled beauty, but here I am with a turkey neck and short of plastic surgery, there's nothing I can do about it. I can't even use a scarf or turtle neck to hide behind because of the heat here in Belize. So I live with my neck, glad my eyesight is getting a little more blurry so when I take off my glasses to wash my face at night, my wrinkles disappear and I look as young as I feel. There is a beauty to that because it's not vanity that makes me feel bad about my neck, it's the reminder that time is slipping away so fast and there's still so much life to live and I don't want to miss out. Maybe that's a good reminder then. Perhaps I don't feel so bad about my neck after all.
Peace and Joy,
Jane
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