I don’t know how did it came to be that even young women offer me their seat on the subway; the cashier rings up the Senior's discount without my asking and laugh lines sometimes feel like cry lines? I have bat wings under my arms; hands with more veins than skin and skin that can double for crepe paper. What I do know is that I've never felt so comfortable in my crepey skin. I am softer on the inside. I accept more and speak less. I don't have to take the world on; I can walk away. I don't need to please and I've given myself permission to just plain 'STOP'. These last few years of outer transformation have incubated an inner transformation I really like. There are always trade-offs in Life. I think I'm going to be okay with this one- most days
