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Mirror, mirror, on the wall, we all remember that fairytale, right? Lately, my reflection, whispers truths, I'd rather not hear. When did I become old? What happened to that young, vibrant, woman, who wiled away the hours, as if there were no tomorrow? Oh it's not as if I haven't noticed things changing, I have. Every time I cross one of those milestones, I call my YOUNGER sister with my list of"Can't do," or "I used to" which is always accompanied with a sigh. I take great pleasure in spouting off my list of loses, and then adding, "Just wait!" She doesn't want to hear it, and would rather live in denial, but I am determined to arm her with the ugly truth. I don't want her to be caught off guard, like I was. I mean, if I'd known, I would have been better prepared. I would have known the tan that looked so good in Hawaii, and again two years later in Cancun, would not look good at all, years later, in the dermatologist office! I would have known that after forty, you never, and I do mean never, allow anyone to see your face in any position other then upright. How many of you found out about that nasty truth, while brushing your hair with your head upside down? (It's a girl thing. . . well it used to be *sigh*) I'll never forget that casual look sideways, in the mirror, and that face looking back, sent a chill down my spine! "Who was that?" I told myself it was the mirror, and went room to room, trying to find a mirror that would reveal the young face, which belonged to me just yesterday. I'm still looking for that mirror. . . It happens so subtle, just little things that you've done a million times, and someone flips a switch and says, "No More!" It's all part of Nature. We can't live a long life without suffering the losses. Like a good pair of shoes, we continue the journey, losing bits and pieces of our selves, until at last, we are all used up. The other day a friend and I were discussing singing at the nursing home, and how much we enjoyed it, when I exclaimed, "I just love old people!" I watched as a slow smirk gathered, on her face, and then we both burst out laughing. "Okay! I, know what you're thinking. Shut up!" I laughed . . . and that's when it came to me. Some losses can turn out to be perks. Losing my memory isn't all bad. It allows me to forget the unpleasant facts, (like that upside down face in the mirror ~shudder~) and remember myself. . . just the way I think I am. . . And pity the fool who dares to tell me otherwise! ©Bobby Smith |
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