Face Lift

Every day I notice something about old age creeping in. The fine lines, under my eyes, are becoming more prominent. They seem to meet at the point where my five year old crow's feet begin. I am not one for surgery to remove these wrinkles. When I realize how I've earned these lines, it's really not so bad.

Lately, there are some things keeping me from feeling so old. I've begun to workout every day - every morning. After the initial cracks of my knees, I managed to get to 2.1 miles on the treadmill last Thursday! I've lost a considerable amount of weight, and a few muscles I haven't seen for years are toned and smiling back at me. I have a serious ab workout once a week, in lieu of the cardio, to force the aging body back into submission. The strain on my face makes the wrinkles a little deeper.

I've been able to catch up with some old friends from high school. None of us feel the last 30+ years when we speak to each other. Some online conversations have gone into the wee hours, and laughing so hard our cheeks hurt, reminding us of the long lost slumber parties. The amazing thing is, we are still talking about boys. Mostly, the same ones we giggled about years ago, plus some current cuties in our lives now. The smiles make my wrinkles deeper.

I have also made an effort with my pianos and music. It keeps my mind and soul belonging to me. It centers me and gives me an hour or two of something I like to do solely for myself. The eye strain of the music makes my wrinkles a little deeper. I've recently looked back to some of my writing from years ago. The naive thoughts I had then, remind me of talking to The Baby. She has the same innocent way of the world around her. She wants to change the world and make it better and brighter. I bite my tongue and open my heart to her. I listen intently of her ideas and ideals. My happy tears make the wrinkles deeper.

The Baby has no lines around her eyes yet. Maybe one day, she'll earn them like me.