MIRROR, MIRROR...
Someone sent this to me on facebook and I laughed my head off. This is how I feel every morning when I stand in front of my mirror trying to look presentable. I would describe my once predictable and easy to manage hair as a bonafide crap-shoot. No two days are ever the same. You see, the grey hairs are coarse and wiry and have a mind of their own. I thought at my age I wouldn't be so vain but.... I am.
photo taken from pinterest
So many things have changed. I've given up high heels, anything with a waist, and wearing bold prints. I'm lactose free, gluten intolerant and on a good day I'm a vegan. I've always been a "morning person" but now I'm a "night owl" as well. I take little power naps. Ok, I will say it... I remind myself of my mother.
We are all headed in the same direction and there's no way to stop it. So, looking forward, I intend to buy prettier clothes (that requires a trip to Nordstrom) smile bigger and be kinder to my fellow man and woman and the 600 hundred children that come through my library every week. Life is good!
photo taken from pinterest
This is the young skinny person trapped inside my body...
Oh to have my 25 year old figure and my 65 year old brain!
