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.
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.