Self-awareness is synonymous with being spiritually awake. It is the combination of conscientiousness and consciousness. Those who are self-aware take personal responsibility for who they are, what they do and what they offer to the world. They see themselves without filters thus are able to fix what needs fixing. They are constantly monitoring themselves to find a better way to everything from improving personal habits, polishing their skills and growing their gifts to improving the lives of others and the world. It is often said that to become spiritually evolved one must first become selfish in order to become selfless and it is true to a degree. The mirror must first be turned upon yourself to ferret out the flaws, heal the damage, repair the broken parts and to become the best version of you possible. Once you reach that platitude, selfless becomes easy. While you are still in the equation for the most part your mind is consumed with loving and helping others. Focusing on adding to life verses taking from it, being aware of the shadow you cast on others and the world, produces inner peace and a state of constant euphoria which has been scientifically proven. You trigger the “happy chemicals” in your body such as Dopamine, which is the good feeling you get when you approach a reward; Serotonin, which is the good feeling of getting respect; Oxytocin, which is the feeling of trust; and Endorphin, which is the euphoria that masks physical pain. Becoming self-aware is a noble goal worth pursuing. ~Ariaa Jaeger
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Aging in the twenty-first century is an interesting prospect. With so many available surgical procedures, Botox and fillers and non-invasive procedures like lasers, facials and other skin stimulating treatments, it is a wonder anyone over 50 has even a small wrinkle.
There are two sides in the aging debate; one, pull it, pluck it, tuck it, suck it, pin it, thin it, fill it, dye it and cut it. Then there are those who for financial reasons, commonsensical reasons or just plain self-contentment reasons subscribe to the notion that fighting gravity is futile and aging with grace is the road to ultimate fulfillment. I am of that mindset.
There was a time I thought that I might venture down the non-invasive path when the signs of aging had finally overtaken my face but now that I am there, on the cusp of what was once considered old, I am completely at peace with the process. I refuse to bend to society and its narcissistic need to make everyone look perfect. I refuse to look in the mirror and dislike or condemn myself. I refuse to let what society thinks turn me into a paranoid old lady wondering how people perceive me or worse, an insignificant wallflower ignored by society. I refuse to be like everyone else who thinks that by fixing their chin or eyes that no one will have a clue how old they are. I refuse to be relegated to sitting and knitting as the world around me spins.
I celebrate the last year of my fifties with glee because I survived more than I ever thought I would or could. I celebrate every gray hair as it reminds me of my old friend, the silver lining, which has shown up in my life right after every major storm and there have been so many. I celebrate every wrinkle and every smooth spot knowing that soon they will merge and all the lines of my life and every path I took will envelop my face. I celebrate the sags the bags the bum drop, the ski slopes, the liver spots and waning vision as I know it is my time to multiply and exercise what cannot be seen. I had my youthful day in the sun but sunsets are so much grander and they are the gateway to the stars.