I consider myself a pretty self-aware individual. I know my strengths and I know my weaknesses. I am compassionate and generous. I like to think I’m kind of funny. Others might disagree, but that’s probably because they have no sense of humor. 🙂 I am also a somewhat messy person and I am just a tiny bit vain. I am very proud of the fact that at 38 years old I don’t color my hair because I don’t have to. I have no gray hair. I love it when people are shocked that I have a 14 year old daughter.
I have no intention of aging gracefully. I plan on fighting it every step of the way. Am I making it harder on myself? Probably, but I’m OK with that.
Today I went to get my eye exam. After he had me read something near my face (rather than on the far wall) I jokingly said “Is it time for bifocals?” Imagine my shock when he didn’t laugh along with me and instead started his response with “Well….”
That’s never a good sign.
“…….we have a couple of options.”
Options for what???? I’m 38. Barely 38. I’m basically still 37, right?
“You could definitely use some correction for reading. Probably the easiest thing to do would be to get some reading glasses.”
You’re kidding right. This isn’t funny. Bruce is almost 43 and doesn’t need reading glasses. I have no gray hair, how can I need reading glasses?
If I’m completely honest I have noticed myself holding things just a wee bit further away when I’m reading. But I figured my prescription just needed to be tweaked. I didn’t think I was……
I shudder just saying it.
But after the initial shock wore off I managed to see the humor in it. I envision myself with the skinny little glasses resting on the end of my nose and peeking over the top to look at things in the distance. Maybe I’ll get myself once of those fancy-schmancy beaded chains and wear them around my neck so I don’t lose them.
But for today I just picked up a pair from Target and we’ll see how it goes.
And for the record, I had gotten so used to this:
that I forgot it was supposed to look like this: