It hardly seems fair that on top of the multitude of morphing body parts and systems, that as we age, our looks slide into peculiar variations on a theme.
I wonder of God’s plan is that we have had many an opportunity to learn our life lessons with the cushion of an image that we identified with and could play with at our whim’s desire to be even more alluring, and that as time marches on, the jig is UP.
No more cushion. Time to acquaint ourselves with our inner worlds and what that all means individually, and live in the reality of our gifts and sprinkle them about.
And find gratitude and humor in the reflection that greets us in the morning in that mirror.