I got glasses. It’s true. I understand that I’m getting older, but even so, I thought I had at least another three decades before I needed another pair of eyes. I’m doing my best to embrace my new accessory, but for someone who never thought they would actually grow up, aging is a pain.
As an added bonus, my new glasses have added another element to my morning routine. Putting an outfit together is harder than it’s ever been before. Nothing seems to match! As I stare down my closet each morning I find myself wishing that I had, not just one, but at least ten pairs of glasses. I need a pair for the store and another to go out with the ladies. I need one for my black pencil skirt and another for my pink sundress. How people get through years with one pair is beyond me. Maybe I should get over the whole “finger in the eye” issue and try my luck with contacts. I guess only time can tell.
On top of being four-eyed, this week has been a crazy one. This blog is being written from my cell phone, in my vehicle, a top an empty lot that we will soon call home. As we work on digging up our roots and relocating our family, I’ve spent a lot of time rummaging through old stuff and looking through photos. Through these activities I’ve also had a lot of time to reflect. Looking at the big picture, I understand that my less-than-perfect vision is the least of my worries, but it’s scary to think about getting older. It feels like just yesterday that my two sweet little sons were in diapers and my vision was 20/20.
Where does the time go? If anyone finds the fountain of youth, please send me a pin on Google Maps. Much appreciated!