Time
BySo the other day I was having coffee with my friend Mo and we got to talking about how you never seem to notice how those friends that you see all the time are aging. It’s only when you see pictures of them from back in the day that you go “Wow. You look a lot…more mature now.”
And then I started yammering about how the same goes for one’s self… except in my case I really don’t think I’ve changed all that much in the last oh, twenty years or so. Really, I haven’t changed hardly at all. Have I.
My friend Mo just sort of looked at me over the top of her coffee cup.
Fast forward to a few weeks later, as I am standing in the bathroom getting ready for work.
And I notice the grey hairs at the crown of my head, and the lines at the corners of my eyes, and the cheekbones jutting as the collagen drains away, and the skin beneath my eyes that is less elastic, and the tiny broken capillaries on my nose. And I remember how my knees and back and neck hurt more often, and how I have to work out a lot more and drink a lot less. And how I have to wear a hearing aid when I watch T.V..
In retrospect, I think giving me the “Poor girl, I don’t want to be there when the high wears off” look was probably the kindest thing my friend could have done.
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Yeah, we just don’t notice day to day and then all of a sudden, wham!
My knees have been hurting when I get up in the morning, just like my mom. When did THAT start??
Aging is not for sissies.
Maureen - What’s that saying, “like mother, like daughter…” Resistance is futile.
Pogo - True dat. That’s why you have to wait half your life for it.
I haven’t hit 40 yet and I feel OLD… lol
Bayushi - overachiever!