Ah, to turn 40.
When you go to bed without an injury and wake up with one.
When your medicine cabinet is better stocked than your liquor cabinet.
And when your idea of a wild night is eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.
How life has changed. But I keep reminding myself — acceptance is peace.
Yes, I've started reading more Zen books. (Presumably this will one day reduce the anti-anxiety medication I collect from my local pharmacy. For more information, please ask Cathy at Lion Square.)
I currently spend one morning a week at the biokineticist for a twinge in my back. I've recently had a broken tooth repaired, and I've even scheduled an appointment with the optometrist next week.
But again — acceptance is peace.
One daughter is doing drum lessons, the other piano. Both are cycling, both are doing art, and both are trying their best at hockey — although they often end up in the last team (possibly their mother's genes). This weekend they have to prepare Afrikaans and English orals, and they go through a pair of white school takkies every term. I honestly don't know why they stopped making those tough school shoes we wore in the 90s.
But yes — acceptance is peace.
But to accept is to move forward — and moving forward means progression.
That's true in life, and it's true in dentistry. We often resist what we know we need, but acceptance is what allows us to move forward. Taking action — even small steps toward caring for your dental health — brings freedom and happiness later on.
So maybe it's time to reply to that reminder and get your six-month check-up and cleaning done — before your teeth start reading Zen books too.
