2023 – Thoughts from Blue Eyes

Rivers and Roads

I was crying in front of the TV last night. My first thought is that I’m a total weirdo, but then I just embraced it. Something had touched my heart in some way…probably important to embrace it and feel it. (And write about it, since I’m still thinking about it).

What was I watching? Ha – the comedy/romance/spy show, Chuck. I’m over ten years overdue from when the show came out, and I’m not a big TV person. But I ended up watching and getting hooked on it a couple months ago when Corbin suggested it.

My disclaimer about most shows I’ve seen is that I like parts, but won’t enthusiastically rewatch or 100% recommend due to various content issues. Chuck was no exception – some episodes were a little gritty.

Something different about this show, though, was how the characters grew and related to each other, especially the two mains, Chuck and Sarah.

“I have forgot much, Cynara! Gone with the wind…”

There are some teeny, tiny shadows of a wrinkle beginning to form under my eye.

Corbin says I’m being paranoid, and I agree with that statement – no one else can tell except me, I still look much younger than I really am. I have good genes and take care of my skin. It’s such a small thing.

It’s a sign, though, that the inevitable is happening. I am aging. Why am I surprised at this? After all, I’ve aged to my late twenties now. I have lived the transformation of child to teen to adult. What makes this transition weird or frightening?

I’ve aways said I want to age gracefully, to be shining with joy inside and out, never obsess over gray hair or crinkles and be beautiful in spirit even as my outward shell fades away. I’ve always told myself that I’m going to be fiercely committed to embracing my age

Yearly Archives: 2023

Rivers and Roads

“I have forgot much, Cynara! Gone with the wind…”