When Real Life Gives You Wrinkles
I caught myself at it again while driving--lost in thought with eyebrows furrowed and face scrunched, worrying over something big. Immediately I relaxed my face, sighing and rubbing the crease between my brows--as if that would erase the line that I could literally feel deepening every time I caught myself in a deep-thinking scowl. Just a few weeks prior, I'd gotten up one fated morning, and--quite suddenly it seemed--met a new face in the mirror. It looked hauntingly like mine, but was definitely not the altogether spry young face I'd known for so long. Of course, in many was I still consider myself pretty darn young at my current thirty-something years. And I've always been in the camp that it's better to grow old gracefully, embracing it bit by bit, instead of trying to fight it. But it's one thing to know this in the back your mind, and quite another to so unexpectedly and literally arrive face to face with the gathering evidence that we are, in fac