Age is a funny thing, isn't it?
I look in the mirror and see stray strands of gray hair, and it surprises me. Oh, I don't care so much about going gray but, at only 37, I can't help but feel it's still a little early for that. What can you do, though? My follicles will do what they will do, and I think I'll let them.
It's just that when I look at my face, it's very young looking; people often think I'm around 25-27, and that's about how I feel. So to look in the mirror and see those grays is to look in the mirror and realize that I'm older than I feel.
That's better than feeling older than I am, though.
It must be said that I'm pretty comfortable with the way I'm aging, actually. I'm comfortable with who I am and where I'm at, and have a reasonable idea of where I'm going. Naturally you never really know where you're going, but that's another discussion.
I am older, of course, and my idea of a good night is to come home, change into my pajamas and curl up on the couch with my computer/tv/book, a cup of coffee/tea, and my cats. Randy is optional inasmuch as that if he isn't home, he'll be along eventually; I need "alone time" to supplement time spent with him anyway. I get really cranky if I'm not left alone for a little while every day. Just to be clear though, I'd feel differently about his absence if I was going to be deprived of him for more than one evening. I kind of like the man, which is a good thing to be able to say after 13 years of marriage.
It didn't even take me all those years to grow to like him, either. It just came naturally.
Also a good thing. I'm lazy.
I've gotten off-topic here, but I think I'm done discussing aging anyway. My current motto is: Gray hairs do not an old woman make.
Words to live by.
I look in the mirror and see stray strands of gray hair, and it surprises me. Oh, I don't care so much about going gray but, at only 37, I can't help but feel it's still a little early for that. What can you do, though? My follicles will do what they will do, and I think I'll let them.
It's just that when I look at my face, it's very young looking; people often think I'm around 25-27, and that's about how I feel. So to look in the mirror and see those grays is to look in the mirror and realize that I'm older than I feel.
That's better than feeling older than I am, though.
It must be said that I'm pretty comfortable with the way I'm aging, actually. I'm comfortable with who I am and where I'm at, and have a reasonable idea of where I'm going. Naturally you never really know where you're going, but that's another discussion.
I am older, of course, and my idea of a good night is to come home, change into my pajamas and curl up on the couch with my computer/tv/book, a cup of coffee/tea, and my cats. Randy is optional inasmuch as that if he isn't home, he'll be along eventually; I need "alone time" to supplement time spent with him anyway. I get really cranky if I'm not left alone for a little while every day. Just to be clear though, I'd feel differently about his absence if I was going to be deprived of him for more than one evening. I kind of like the man, which is a good thing to be able to say after 13 years of marriage.
It didn't even take me all those years to grow to like him, either. It just came naturally.
Also a good thing. I'm lazy.
I've gotten off-topic here, but I think I'm done discussing aging anyway. My current motto is: Gray hairs do not an old woman make.
Words to live by.
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