I recently lost my father, had to sell my home, and the job I’ve held for almost ten years ended! But frankly, it’s the fact that I just turned forty-seven that has me the most depressed. I have always been concerned about my looks, a trait I am not proud of. I have always felt that I would age gracefully, that all of my soul searching and spiritual growth over the last decade would guide me into a smooth aging process. Not so.
So what gives? I must add that I still look damn good. But I realize it’s not about that. It’s a deep fear. I’ve come to realize that it’s because I have allowed my looks to be my identity. You see, I am, unfortunately in the entertainment business. So everything “is” about how you look!!
This must sound incredibly vain, and I am frustrated about it, because I am the first one to preach to my girlfriends, that what you do for a living is not who you are! It shouldn’t define you and yet here I am ...
How does one accept getting older? Is it through therapy, medication, friends, reading self-help books, God???
I mean really, I want to know, how do we do it??
Is it possible to accept? Is it realistic that one can truly embrace not recognizing the face staring back at you in the mirror?
I am lost. I am sad. I am confused.
Help!
