Aging Nicely…#1

I confess to being of a certain age when things are not as tight as they once were. When certain types of clothes don’t fit the way they used to and I am less critical of myself than I once was.  There was a time when I would settle for nothing short of perfection (or my version of perfection), now my philosophy is “ Close enough!”

A famous personality, whose name escapes me, once said:  Now that my eyesight is fading, I think I look marvelous!

 I heartily agree. In theory at least…

Just last week, I put my contact lenses in and headed out for an appointment. I put on my sunglasses and as I was driving, I was greatly disturbed by how distorted things looked. Nothing was  as sharp and clear as it should be. I thought that I probably needed to make an appointment with Artie, my eye doctor. No amount of blinking cleared up my vision and the further I drove, the more agitated I became.

When I reached my destination and took off my sunglasses, my vision cleared up 100%. I wasn’t wearing sunglasses; I had my prescription glasses on over my contact lenses.

This change in philosophy, apparently, is not just happening to me, I have observed it in others of a certain age. I met an acquaintance in the store this week. She is at least my age and although quite a bit thinner, no longer possesses the body of magazine cover status. She was wearing lace leggings and a baby doll top. I am sure that is not the current name for the top, but those of a certain age will know the top I refer to.

Why did she merit the second look, when the older teen I had seen earlier, entering the coffee shop in her pajamas did not merit a second glance?

I guess I set higher standards for my age mates. We need to have acquired wisdom along with our wrinkles. We need to look in our mirrors before exiting the house, having lost “cute” we need to at least maintain dignity…maybe not!