Transformation

As I was washing my hands at the bathroom sink,

I glanced up and saw a nameless faceless image in the mirror.

Quickly I averted my eyes from the reflection staring back at me

and looked down into the sink and took a moment to comprehend what I saw.

I didn’t recognize the unfamiliar face with a large body attached.

There was once a beautiful vibrant young woman staring back at me.

She had so much potential. Where did she go?

Bravely I looked up again to see the image that has become me.

Staring at my image, I took me all in.

Reminiscing of who I used to be and what I have done,

everything my image has accomplished, conquered and survived–

the mistakes and successes,

the good and the bad, happy and sad.

The years passed by quickly and all of a sudden I am here at the age I am–

seemingly, missing much of the living my body did.

Never giving my body permission to live some of the life I lived.

But, there is no going back now.

No erasing the past.

Many years of living blended together and transformed me into my new image

staring back at me.

Like art, I have become more valuable from the years of living I have lived.

Not a monetary value, but the value from my experiences and wisdom I have gained.

Beauty lies within one’s spirit and soul,

and is in the eye of the beholder.

Even if I am older,

I must dust myself off,

pick myself up,

hold my head high

and love the new image staring back at me

which has been wonderfully transformed

from all the living I have done.

I am blessed to be alive

to enjoy many more years

of living.

~written by Susan Walz

“I look forward to being older, when what you look like becomes less and less an issue and what you are is the point.” ~Susan Sarandon

“The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.”

~Pablo Picasso

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