This morning, while washing my face, I looked up to see the real Lorene I guess.
I’ve always said I see a 25 year old in the mirror. That’s how old I feel inside my heart and head. But this morning I saw a sagging neck and cheeks, creases around my mouth, on my forehead and eyes. I’m watching the gray make its way through my hair.
I noticed gray in an eyebrow. My eyelids are hooded a bit more than normal. Getting out of bed in the morning in a physical chore. Until the blood starts flowing I feel like I need a walker.
Heads don’t turn like they used to, I don’t have that figure that fit into jeans and t shirts.
My body seems to have out aged me.
I refuse to feel my age, that’s not an option. I do want to grow old gracefully but not just yet. I don’t know how many years, days or hours the Lord will allow me left on this earth, but I do plan on taking advantage of each and every minute.
I have dreams yet to fulfil, great grandchildren I’ve yet to hold.
Lorene