Time and tide wait for no man (woman)

(Scream....) Yikes...another wrinkle!

When I was still that young lady, I often heard my fellow elder colleagues talked about mid-life crisis. When the office was going through one of those "bad boss days", how we complained, so and so having mid-life crisis. Being the youngest in the office then, I often wondered what mid-life crisis was all about? Why must there be a mid-life crisis?

Ok, so what, we all go through life..20s, 30s, 40s, 50s....so where is the mid-life? We all do not know how long we will live, so exactly, where is our mid-life?

Now, that I have hit my 40s, every wrinkle that starts to play hide-and-seek with me, seems to signal to me that I am one step closer...ahem...you know where. Perhaps, I am now going through my mid-life crisis!

Flip through the papers and magazines, you will see advertisements of all sorts selling creams, gadgets, pills, treatments... that will help you turn back the clock. Scientists, comestic giants, doctors scramble everyday to come up with the miracle potion. Just yesterday, I was on my electronic Straits Times (my papers that keep me intellectually sane, you may not agree but it does for me) and I saw an advertisement selling a 'youth pill' that promises to keep your age at forever 25! Hmm...I don't exactly like to be forever 25...what about a pill that gives you a 25-year-old look but a 40-year-old wisdom. Not that at 25, I was void of wisdom, In fact, friends have told me then that I was pretty sensible for my age. But when I was 40, I was much wiser. Maybe being a mother helps.

No, I am not parnoid over wrinkles, frown lines and a body all pointing southwards but I do believe in looking your best by maintaining good health in all aspects - physically (exercise and eat well), mentally(have a good read have a challenge) and most of all, spiritually(have a relatioship with God, He doesn't get you into trouble).

Have you ever talk to someone who is old and wrinkled but so beautiful. You understand what I am talking about don't you?

Recently, a Shanghai mama shares this and I sure would like to have it printed on my tombstone!

LIFE should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up and totally worn out, Screaming: "WooHooooo.. ....WHAT A RIDE!!"