It would appear that I'm getting older. I've noticed, along the way, that my knees sometimes feel squishy (technical term) and that they sound like Rice Krispies (thanks, John!) when I bend them. I've seen a few wrinkles grow around my eyes, and if I were to ever get Botox, it'd be for the deep crease that's near my right eye. But I've never felt "unpretty" or old. In fact, I've enjoyed the ride, the experience and (hopefully) the wisdom I've gained along the way.
So what's changed? I read a book, Swapping Lives, I've started watching She's Got The Look, and my sister called tonight. It all seems to create a soup where I'm supposed to feel that I'm losing my looks. I don't think I am. I still love the parts of me that I loved when I was younger. My eyes, my cheekbones, the curves of my body...they're still there, and more so, they're becoming more defined as I take better care of myself. Some things are even better! I wax my eyebrows now, and believe you me, that makes a world of difference.
For the record, I am 36. Does this mean I've lost my fashion sense or that I'm reminiscing about my glory days? Does this mean that I'm supposed to have done these things?
Here's what I miss about my 20s: The incredible sense of self-assurance. The knowledge that the world would open its secrets to me. The complete understanding that I would achieve every one of my dreams.
Here's what I don't miss about my 20s: The incredible sense of self-assurance. The knowledge that the world would open its secrets to me. The complete understanding that I would achieve every one of my dreams.
I like knowing that I'm flawed. I like having humility. And, truth be told, not all of that 20-something girl is gone. I like her remnants.
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Humilty? I suppose it's a lesson that is learned, like it or not, with the bar experiences we've shared. But it's still a surprising word choice nonetheless.
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