I am getting old – er. I try not to obsess about it, but I hear the whispers when I walk in a room. “She’s showing her age.” Or “She colors her hair.” The mirror confirms it. Time is a terrible beautician. The clock ticks and the collagen weakens. It takes twice as long to look half as good.
It’s not just the outward appearance either. I wish I could remember half of what I think I know and where I put it. My mind often wanders and then sometimes it doesn’t come back. You know it’s funny, I don’t remember being absent minded.
It’s not just looking older that bothers me, it’s the passage of time. I just want to be able to continue doing what I love to do with the people that mean so much to me. I am very aware of time that each moment is special and should be fully lived.
I am very driven to create and part of that reason may be to leave part of me here or to just reach out to people who I know I will never get to meet. The world is full of beautiful people who I know I would love. Blogging is an opportunity to, in a small way, meet those wonderful people.
Wishing you much happiness.