How old is old?
I think we carry a picture of ourselves in our head that’s just lodge in there regardless how many years or decades go by, often when I see a recent picture of myself I’ll wonder who is that woman with all those lines around her eyes that vaguely resembles me.
I can’t remember the context of the conversation but I was at my brother’s house one Sunday having dinner and had commented on being middle age. Middle Age. Oh he just laughed and laughed. What. The. Hell. Continue reading “ᗪIᗪ YOᑌ TᗩKE YOᑌᖇ GEᖇITOᒪ TOᗪᗩY?”