I haven't decided which pain is worse. Growing up or getting older. As the reflection in the mirror changes at a frightenly rapid rate I am forced to reflect on the passages of my life. The turbulent teens, my adulthood and now my newly discovered seniorness. Most of these passages have been a mix of suffering and joy with the feeling of eternity in-between but lately, time feels like it is passing much too quickly. The days and years are going by much faster it seems. As I slide into the downhill years my desire is to slow things down which is quite the opposite of my youth when all I wanted was for Christmas to arrive and it took FOREVER.
The mirror does not lie and now I admit it's a losing battle when it comes to keeping my youthful looks. I have invested serious money in anti-aging creams and vitamins over the years and nothing has stopped the progress of my ever changing appearance. I am no longer told how young I look and I haven't caused a fender bender while strolling down the street since I don't know when.
This is an interesting but difficult time as I enter into this stage of life but I am comforted to know I am in the company of millions of aging women that feel just like I do. I just keep telling myself that I am grateful to have the wrinkles on my face, the drooping jowels and the sagging skin on my arms and belly because I don't want to face the alternative just yet.
There is plenty of time for that long dirt nap. Later....