Did you ever look at yourself in a mirror and wonder, who is that person?
I've just returned from the hair salon. Honestly it's my least favorite place these days, but the gray hairs need covering. Working with young people (students and colleagues) I feel the need to cover the grays in an attempt to hide my true age. (Haha!)
By the way, I have told my students I'm 114 years old. I found this the easiest way to handle the questions about my age. I am not shy about being 51 but one day, while subbing a few years ago, a cute little girl sat close to me as I read a book aloud to her class. As I put on my reading glasses to focus on the words, she looked at me and said, ever so sweetly, "You look just like my grandma." Stab to the heart. I smiled and replied, "You must love your grandma very much!"
So there I was today at the salon, forced to stare into the mirror for over an hour as she worked her magic, wondering, when did I get so old? Is that really what I look like? The image doesn't match how I see myself, how I feel I portray myself. Then I wondered, how do others really see me? I continued to look and think, hmmm there's something in those eyes. Wisdom. Life experience. The look of a person who loves and is loved. The twinkle of a person who has indeed found happiness in her life.
One of the privileges of getting older is supposed to be not caring how others perceive you. I'm getting there, slowly. I think I'll take the person in the mirror with me on the journey.