Time. Age. The drippy faucet. Things we can’t stop. My philosophy is, embrace them.
I am trying to have a positive outlook about growing older. They say age brings wisdom. I am looking forward to that, but in the meantime, my body is just mocking me. I’m not talking about the new, little aches and pains that surprise me every morning. I’m talking about my body deliberately mocking me.
Age and heredity dealt me the slowly-going-bald gene. I can accept that. I told the stylist to put down the hand mirror at the end of my last haircut. I don’t need to see the back, thank you. . . >>read the rest>>