Dawning of a New Day

By Diane DeVaughn Stokes

Dawning of a New Day

It dawned on me last week how embarrassing it is to buy a magazine these days. No, I’m not talking about Southern Living or Sasee, the last of the wholesome bunch. I’m talking about most of the others. Practically every magazine today has a cover that would fit into the risqué category.

Speaking of “fit,” I went to the bookstore to purchase a fitness magazine for my sister, which was going to be embarrassing enough. I just knew the clerk would wonder why a 50ish-year-old woman, who is 30 pounds overweight, would be interested in a magazine like this. However, it was the script on the cover of the magazine that was more disturbing than the cover-girl goddess with the tight butt. It was all so sexual: “What He Looks For in Bed,” “Make your Own Ecstasy,” “Less talk, More Sex.” I thought this was a fitness magazine!

Who knows, maybe there is a relationship between fitness and sex. Stamina for one, I can see that. Then again, loosing weight and being fit would have you wanting to have sex with the light on, instead of off. And yes, you could wear Victoria Secret lingerie if you were fit rather than fluffy. OK. I get the picture. Maybe.

Then as I scanned the other magazines stacked neatly on the shelf, I realized they were all alike. Sex sells. It dawned on me that I was beginning to think and sound like my grandmother did years ago.

Another dawning happened to me the other day. I know it has been said that time flies when you’re having fun, but I must’ve been having a ball because 2007 was the fastest year of my life. I want to just grab hold and slow it down a bit. A recent reunion with an old high school friend really made me feel old when she told me she had four grandchildren! Gosh, I guess when you don’t have children; you never realize how old you really are. Perhaps that’s a good thing.

Last week, I heard a song on the radio that I use to love back in the 1960s, but for the first time ever, I understood one of the lyrics that I never understood before. It dawned on me that maybe I was hearing things differently at this age. What is that all about? I guess at my age I should be grateful to hear at all.

Speaking of songs, I was in the car the other day with my husband listening to the radio when we heard “Along Comes Mary.” That was a blast from the past. As I was singing the chorus, my husband said he was surprised I knew all the words and appeared to like the song so much. He said the song was about marijuana, and he knew I am one of few people in the entire world to make it through the 1960s drug-free. Heck, how could I have been so naïve back then, and even worse, now! But then again, I was in my 30s when someone explained “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.”

I prefer to not think about why I now go to my hairdresser to darken my roots, when for 35 years I went to lighten them. I guess it’s the same reason I don’t have any dark hair to pluck from my eyebrows anymore. This dawning was a rude “awakening.”

The other day, I went to get my annual mammogram just as I have for the past 15 years. But when the hospital called me back for additional X-rays, I broke into a sweat. Then my gynecologist wanted to do a biopsy due to something she saw and didn’t like. All of a sudden, the DDD boobs I’ve hated since 10th grade became precious to me. It dawned on me how life could change in the snap of a finger. Luckily, it was nothing to worry about. Rather, it was cell tissue associated with “aging breasts.” At that point it dawned on me, having aging breasts and not cancer was all of a sudden, a really good thing.

“Dawnings” signify we are still learning and growing every single day. Bring ‘em on!

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