I just viewed a photo that was taken of me at a party this week-end, and thought, "Who the hell is that old lady?" Ya, you guessed it, it was me. I'm still having great difficulty accepting that this once attention getting face is history. Oh, yes, I have seriously considered medical procedures. Oh, yes, I've bought potions of minimal expense to three figures believing that my youth was hiding in a bottle and I simply needed to apply liberally twice a day, and presto, my face of 10 years ago would return to me. Hell, I'd settle for who I looked like six years ago!I Then my illusionary bubble was popped when I viewed another picture of my recent self. (The damn mirror even had the audacity to lie to me because what these almost 69 year old eyes of mine perceive haven't caught up to real time. Perhaps my little chant, "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" was my mantra of deception.) Reality can be a challenge!
As I've grown indepth with wisdom and self-knowledge the sacrifice has been to see and accept the changes in my appearance. You know that ole crap, "accept the things you cannot change," ( puke-puke-puke, my gag reflex is hyperactive right now). For the most part, I accept this, but then a damn picture comes along to remind me. The moral of today's story might be to: stop letting pictures be taken of me, stop viewing them, or Accepting What Is.
