When I was in my later 30s, I complained to my brilliant dermatologist that I wanted to fix all the little lines I was getting. He said, “Why take a perfectly healthy person and put them at risk?” I live by his mantra.
However, 59 is beckoning my youthful vanity.
When I get a rise of vainness seedlings, I look at my beautiful mother and I see how aging is graceful and spiritual. Should I live by her mantra: “I am the Captain of this boat and I will go down with the ship!”
Should I also go down with the ship like a good sailor does?
Although the life preservers are on board the boat too! 
