I have a confession to make.
Sometimes I feel, well…old. Tired. Done.
It usually happens when I catch my reflection somewhere and think, Who in the world is that? Or maybe I glance at my hands on the car’s steering wheel and get confused. Surely the rest of me doesn’t look that old!
Rather strange, this aging thing. I mean, really. What’s with the spots on my arms and the droopy eyelid thingy? And let’s not even talk about the weird aches and pains…
Regrettably, sometimes the whole visual thing seeps into my mind and heart and I’m tempted to just quit. What’s the point of learning, growing, striving? Maybe it’s time to put my feet up and let the world rush on by—just flip on the TV and put my brain on autopilot.
I have another confession to make.