Tonight at Writer's Circle, we did a little exercise about what we saw in the mirror. This is my story.When I look at the woman in the mirror, I have a difficult time believing she is really me. When did the lines, wrinkles and crow's feet begin to show? Something I most definitely missed until they had completely taken over.
I have difficulty comprehending where all the years have gone. It's like I'm still young and that woman in the mirror is my grandmother. For in my mind, I am young. This woman cannot be me.
But, as I look back over the years and reminisce about all that has taken place in my life, I have to admit that the years have sped by so quickly that they seem to be blurred together. Yes, that woman in the mirror is me, but I will continue to be young in mind and spirit, if not in outer appearance.
The End
If you care to join in and write a short version of who you see when you look in the mirror, I would be delighted. If you do participate, be sure to let me know.
I will continue with our Washington trip soon.
I really enjoyed this my friend. You are such a precious, and very beautiful woman in my heart. Please take care.
ReplyDeleteI'm not a writer but I enjoyed what you wrote. It rings true here too! You are young in mind and spirit and on top of that - you have a kind and caring heart, which shows through in the way you live!
ReplyDeleteSometimes, I see my Mother looking back at me.
ReplyDeleteMary, stop by tomorrow. I'm giving you an award.
Mama Bear
The flip side is looking at a picture of young me and wondering who the heck that was. It's more like it's "him" rather than "me".
ReplyDeleteoo cool. I'll have to think on that....I have a reverse experience though. the woman in the mirror used to be a stranger to me....today, she's a treasured friend, with grey hair and laugh lines paying tribute to a full and joyful life.
ReplyDeleteMary, were you a prankster? I see a certain glint in your eye. LOL Lovely picture and lovely post.
ReplyDeleteThis is such an enjoyable post Mary!! I LOVE the photo of you. And you know what I think?------don't change. Those lines as they say, give character...but I must say, they show the beauty of a life well lived!! That's what I hafta say....and I truly mean the words I type. You're Mary...the girl in the mirror who has the inner and outer beauty of a woman that has a treasure of abilities, thoughts, emotions, and heart!!
ReplyDeleteEXCELLENT post...perfect writing too.
Ah ... I can relate big time! I feel YOUNG inside (though my body frequently reminds me I'm not) and when I look in the mirror I see my dad's sisters (who have all been gone for decades now). I realize I'm 'the older generation' and it's strange ... but somehow wonderful too. It's been MONTHS since I've shared my morning musings and I want to get back in the habit so I started today.
ReplyDeleteHugs and blessings,
My Random Thoughts
When I look in a mirror, I see a woman with saggy skin and wrinkles and flaws upon flaws. Then I push that wench out of the picture and I see a woman who is sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes way too deep and sometimes way too shallow, sometimes carefree, sometimes careless...in other words, I see a human being doing her best to make life count. And that's not a bad reflection to see I think. :)
ReplyDeleteWhen my mother was eighty years old she said she still felt like a young girl. She was not a "young" eighty and her mind was slipping, but I loved that she still saw herself as young. Thank you for sharing yourself with us, Mary.
ReplyDeleteI agree with you, Mary. That is how I feel when I look in the mirror, too.
ReplyDeleteMary,
ReplyDeleteWhen I see your picture I see a warm hearted, caring, compassionate lady...wrinkles are laugh lines which no face should be without.
Blessings...Betty
Mary-my words about seeing myself in the mirror would be much like yours. Sometimes I see the new wrinkle and the new gray spot in my hair-and wonder who is that-and where did the little skinny big eyed girl go. But like you I still feel the same on the inside too-young at heart.
ReplyDeleteLove the photos of the ducks and geese below-they are really amazing.
I'm hearing you loud and clear. I feel young inside, but oh boy those wrinkles....I just started thinking to myself, "Jerri, you earned those wrinkles" and then I feel better. Mary, you are beautiful no matter what the numbers are....
ReplyDeleteJerri
Time is like tiolet paper, the closer you come to the end the faster it goes. Good job on the writing task. Peace
ReplyDeleteWell done. And you've captured the feelings of all of us at "this age." It's amazing to watch yourself grow old before your very eyes, and not understand how this could happen!
ReplyDeleteI love this idea...your beautiful spirit and generous heart shine through all your so called "wrinkles"..you are beautiful indeed!
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