I originally was going to talk about how great life can be in your 60’s, but I had the nerve to look in the mirror today. I don’t see me. I see a much older woman who definitely reminds me of my mother, worse my grandmother,
My eyelids seemed to have disappeared, and I have frown lines. It is not a pretty picture. I heard you can get your eyelids lifted for free if you get an opthomalogist to say it’s blocking your vision.
But underneath it all, is myself. I could look worse I guess. I could look like me in 10 years.
It’s been awhile since I felt cute. I remember getting whistled at by construction workers and hating it. What i’d give for a whistle or two now.
Is it possible to turn back the clock? Every time I go to the park, and see everyone running, I think–they’re just trying to outrun time and it’s not going to work.Time is going to get them sooner or later.
Also, losing 40 pounds or so would really help. I’ve tried, but then I figure who cares?
So, I’m going to start working on myself, starting with this blog. Finding inspiration, finding motivation. Why let the years keep going by and doing nothing to improve things.