I realized this morning that I might be aging. I always thought I wouldn't mind getting older, but it turns out I do mind. A lot. When I turned 30, I was miserable. I hated writing that number. I have just gotten over it, and now I need to grasp the idea that after this year, I can no longer claim to be "in my early thirties". "Late thirties" sounds so....old! Argh!
The grey hairs are appearing. I'm a redhead, so they just blend in as highlights (That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!). The wrinkles on my now dry, parchment skin hands? A good excuse to buy new lotion. BUT the dark bags under my eyes? The ones that didn't go away even after a good night's sleep? I can't think of anything that will put a positive spin on those. I need to find a way to hide them, because they make me look old! And I'm NOT getting old! NOT! I refuse! Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go drink my afternoon cup of tea and have a little lie-down.