Still Becoming
I also just celebrated my 65th birthday — another milestone. When I look at childhood photos of my grandmother, she truly looked like a “grandma”: wrinkled, back bent, and completely grey, even though she was only in her 60s. Two generations later, I feel incredibly fortunate. I’ve lived through peaceful times, in places where my basic needs were always met. Unlike my grandmother’s generation, I haven’t had to carry the weight of war or destruction — and I think that shows in how I’ve aged. I may not look my age, but it feels powerful to claim it. I’ve lived these years as fully as I could, especially since arriving in California from Japan in 1982.