Becoming A "formally".....

On this beautiful Sunday in September I know that my life is good. Being happy doesn't mean everything is perfect. It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections. You know the art of Wabi-Sabi.
I love this thought: we all have an inner editor. The doubting, self-critical voice that we all inherited around puberty as an unfortunate door prize for surviving childhood. The Inner Editor is a busy-body and perfectionist, happiest when it is tsk-tsking our short comings and weaving our past blunders into a rich tapestry of personal failure!. I love the presupposition "There is no such thing as failure......only feedback."
It's hard to admit we are all becoming "Formallies".....You know, formally hot, athletic, young, wild, free, happy, joyful, ambitious, pretty, thin, and full of energy. But, at my age I have nothing to prove to anyone. We are who we are, how we are and where we are from the choices we've made. Formally I was all the things listed above but that was in my teens, 20's, 30's, 40's, but after that it started changing. It was slow and kinda creeps up on you, but I look around at the friends my age and I can definitely say they have become "Formallies" also. No good, not bad, just the way life is! It seems to me we grow neither better nor worse as we get old, but more like ourselves...........