Some mornings I see this: And other mornings I see this: Lately I'm seeing a lot more of the Warrior in the mirror... life seems to call for more than kitty cats most days.
I picture myself as being much younger than I am. I don't think it's a matter of vanity really, because I have never pictured myself as being particularly handsome, but I don't think of myself as being nearly sixty-five.
I think I'm much more "handsomer" at 65 than I was at any other age in my life. Now if this old body could just keep up with the rest of me.
Because of the florescent lighting I see a white haired, blue veined monster staring staring back at me, replete with acne rosacea and scars from recently removed basal cell cancers. I'm gonna have to change that damn lighting.
A family get together this past weekend. A lot of photos were taken. When I look in the mirror, I think, 'Not bad for an old man.' When I look at one of those photos taken of me, I think it's somebody else, hope it's somebody else.
When I look in the mirror now, I like what I see much more than what I saw in my youth. My face shows the journey I've been traveling. When I was young most people made the assumption that my life was easy because I was pretty. For some reason people thought that made dealing with the world less challenging than it was for others. Now I feel that people don't look at my outer shell so much, and they are able to see who I really am. They hear me instead of just seeing me.
@Ina I. Wonder I can associate with your post so much No way could I have put my feelings better - so much truth in what you say