Never was one to worry about wrinkles. Thought of them more like laugh lines.
Quite a few years back, when my Daddy was about the age I am now, I caught him catching hold of the corners of his eyelids, pulling them up, as he stared into the mirror.
“Something wrong, Daddy?”
“No. Just wondering if I should do something to keep these lids from hanging so low over my eyes. They’re messing up my vision.”
Well, that told me he was suffering from a case of hate-to-grow-older syndrome. He’d worn glasses for as long as I’d known him and got regular check-ups. Nothing wrong with his vision. Daddy just wanted to get rid of some sag that comes with getting older.
Who hasn’t wished for sag relief?!
My eyelids are the least of my concerns.
So I’m grateful for any tips to improve body, mind or spirit, as I continue on this journey for as long as God thinks it’s a good idea.
Didn’t do it but was tempted when I read this at the gift shop selling quotes to live, die or laugh by:
“Day three of my donut and coffee cleanse…so far, so good.”
And one of my other favorites: “I don’t expect everything handed down to me, just set it down wherever.”
I’ll take a good laugh over a lift, nip or tuck, any day of the week.
The other help?
Remove all mirrors.
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