Aging

Dress: Anthropologie Lucerna Dress

Jacket: Anthropologie

Boots: Frye Paige Tall Riding Boots

Scarf: Gap

"So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking, racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, shorter of breath and one day closer to death." - Pink Floyd

Let's talk about aging. Lately, I've been noticing when I wake up in the mornings that the skin on my chest is all wrinkly. It stays that way for a few hours and then goes back to normal. I guess it's due to laying on my side with my chest wrinkled up all night. It must be that whole lack of elasticity thing that happens to your skin when you get old. It takes the old skin awhile to bounce back. It's so weird to see your body doing things like this that it's never done before.

Another example: My right knee pops all the time, and it's not just your normal, run-of-the-mill pop, it's really loud, and it always seems to do it at the most inopportune times. Like, during really romantic moments - ugh, so embarasssing and really ruins the mood. Oh, and I'm obsessed with wrinkly eyelids now. An anonymous commenter who was not very nice once asked why I had two eyelids (Ha, ha, very funny, jerk!). I had never noticed before, so I looked at some pictures of myself, and yep, there is a large wrinkle in the middle of my eyelids. I started panicking and wondering if this had always been there or if it was yet another symptom of being old. I had Jerry close his eyes and he had the lines too, but he's really old, so it didn't make me feel any better. I now find myself looking at everyone's eyelids. Our waitress at the bar the other night had the lines, and she looked really young. Hmm...maybe it's just normal for some people.

In addition to the lovely aesthetic side effects of getting old, there is also the physical pain. It seems more and more ailments keep springing up and staying around longer. I'm already on like 5 medications. I guess it's time to break down and get a little zip lock bag in which to carry all my meds around. Next thing you know, I'll have to give up heels and wear those hideous orthopaedic shoes. Jerry's already gone there. (Love you, honey. Kisses.) 

Despite all these complaints, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love getting older. I feel I know myself better each and every day. It really is a beautiful thing. The body may fall apart, but the mind is definitely wiser. Life is short, and I want to enjoy this ride while it lasts, even if I don't feel or look as good doing it.