I am not getting any younger. Just the other day I was browsing FB when I saw a caption of one of my contacts. It said "my nth honeymoon". I clicked on the the album to see what it was all about. I recognized the place, Thailand. I did not recognize the "nth honeymooners" though. I looked hard this time and I was surprised that the matronly woman staring back at me was my high school classmate! She still looked pretty but in a matronly way. Do I look that old too?
Ethan thinks I am ancient. As I look at old pictures I can't help but think that Ethan is right... I am old. I guess vanity plays a part as to why most women fear growing old. I don't think it's the chronological age that matters but the wear and tear that "age" has brought upon us that we fear. Sigh... it seems like it was just yesterday when my skin was stretched and supple. I am not really vain, just a little.
I sometimes I think about the good-old-days and I can't help but feel a little sad about the things that I should have done but did not do. Sometimes I wonder if I could still pursue some of my shattered dreams. I was in a very fragile state, emotionally, when the phone rang. I answered it, listened for a few seconds, said "thank you" and hung up the phone. It was a telemarketer, offering me a free life insurance quote.If she offered a "youth" pill, I would have ordered a box-full.
Ethan thinks I am ancient. As I look at old pictures I can't help but think that Ethan is right... I am old. I guess vanity plays a part as to why most women fear growing old. I don't think it's the chronological age that matters but the wear and tear that "age" has brought upon us that we fear. Sigh... it seems like it was just yesterday when my skin was stretched and supple. I am not really vain, just a little.
I sometimes I think about the good-old-days and I can't help but feel a little sad about the things that I should have done but did not do. Sometimes I wonder if I could still pursue some of my shattered dreams. I was in a very fragile state, emotionally, when the phone rang. I answered it, listened for a few seconds, said "thank you" and hung up the phone. It was a telemarketer, offering me a free life insurance quote.If she offered a "youth" pill, I would have ordered a box-full.