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April 18, 2008


I was just talking to my Pops about that very same thing. We were looking at pictures from a recent family wedding and Pops couldn't figure out who that old man in all the pictures was.

When I told him, he decided it was a pretty good thing, after all, that his sight was failing. He said he'd hate to see that old guy in the mirror every morning.

Now he might understand a bit better why we're always telling him he's being too hard on himself and expecting to do too much. After all, he's old! ;>

We were trying to figure out how he could think of himself as still in his 50's when he has several children who are in that age range. Some thngs just don't add up.

But I'm still not sure cameras give a truthful view. I don't know that old fat woman who is standing where I was.

The first time this happened to me, my daughter had just come into womanhood and I looked at a photo of... me... oh wait, that's not me. That's her well. Well then where am I? There I was in the back, that 'older' lady. It was probably in my early 40s and she became the mirror through which I saw my own life changes.

After reading "A New Earth" by Eckhart Tolle, I began to think more about aging again. Something will tweak me and I do this now and then-- even without a photo to make me go ah ha. His book has an excellent section on the phases of life from the doing years to the being. Inspired by it, I decided to illustrate my own aging through photo sequences which eventually will be a link my blog taking 'me' from 1 to 64. Until I began looking through the photos all together, I didn't realize I was changing all along. The pictures clearly show the differences and even looking at photos of my kids in their 20s and now in their early 40s or late 30s and I can see it in them too. The living of life, especially in an aware state, is an amazing thing.

The more youthful you appears in the picture at the top of your Blog page. I think the shorter hair is what does it?

In any case, being 10 years older than you, I would rather feel better, than look better. Wait until arthritis hits and everything hurts!
And as the old adage says: What doesn't hurt, doesn't work!

Personally I think you look youthful, but prematurely grey (like me!). Your consideration for your wife's comparative youthful appearance was nice, my hubby always looked younger than me although being one year older. How I celebrated when his first grey hairs appeared as 40 approached! I still have more white hair than he, but you can see his... mine keeps disappearing for weeks at a time. ;-}
Love the blog, I'll be one of your million readers from now on.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

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