“Inside every older person is a younger person—wondering what the hell happened.” ~ Cora Harvey Armstrong
When did I start turning old? It is kind of funny, because while I still envision myself being near that age and more or less feel like I did in the picture below, it’s only when I happen to catch my reflection somewhere that I realize I sure as heck don’t look it anymore. And more often than not, when I stop to actually gaze into a mirror I find myself asking, “Who the hell are you, and how did you get into this house?”
Definitely well into “middle age,” I’ve now been forced to confront things like where did all that added poundage come from? At the time that photo was taken I thought I looked fat. Oh, that I were so fat now!
Along the same lines, when did all my friends get so old?