In less than 60 days I turn (gulp) 57. Suddenly I'm aware of my years.
• It's harder to stand up after I've been sitting for a while
• I completely forget common words (Sunday, after church, I kept saying, "you know, the thing" when I was referring to an insert in the bulletin)
• The skin around my eyes is as thin, and as wrinkled, as tissue paper
I'm not digging any of this. But, alas, I can only stave it off, I can't completely prevent it. And I'm lucky it's taken me this long to start seriously showing my years on the outside.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
trust me...i never gets better. hang on tight sister
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I'm starting to have the crepey droopy eyelids. And chin hairs.
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