Every now and then my adorable cat Mew inspires a post. I write the Warm Milk Journal on my bed with my MacBook (appropriate, huh?) Most of the time Mew is in “his spot”: on the corner of the bed. We have a special brown towel folded on that corner for him and his brother, Patches.

We’ve noticed lately that Mew’s long black fur is turning gray. I grew up with tabby cats so I don’t know if this is normal for a black cat or not. Mew is 7 years old. In cat years he is entering mid life I would say. Now Mew and I are about at the same point in our life spans (I’ll be turning 44 this September).

So mew is turning gray. Is he worrying about it? He doesn’t appear to be, no. Is he examining himself in the mirror looking for wrinkles, sagging skin, and cellulite?  Don’t think so.

Middle age doesn’t seem to be phasing Mew one tiny bit. He is just going about his life like he normally does.

The lesson I am learning from my cat is to just live my life. Don’t worry about getting and looking older. I am above the ground. That is good! Not only am I alive but I am healthy and happy and have a rich life. Triply good!

So, I don’t look like I did in my twenties or thirties anymore. The practice of acceptance brings the gift of peace.  Resistance to the idea of getting older will only give me anxiety and fear (and perhaps gray hair quicker?). Whereas, being in the Now and being happy with the age I am will bring me happiness and contentment.

Whatever age you happen to be this evening, happy Friday! Enjoy the weekend. Embrace whatever wonderful stage of life you are in. It’s all good. Mew purrs in agreement.

Debra : )

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