If I never was graceful to begin with...

...how can I be expected to age that way?!

I have a love hate relationship with aging. I’ve never been one to stress over birthdays. I’ve always figured that I had some control over the way I aged. And I actually am more confident and have a healthier body image now than I ever did when I was in my twenties and early thirties and could still fit into my size 2 clothes. Oh the irony...

I was doing just fine with journeying into my 40s. That was until I caught a glimpse of myself laughing in the mirror the other day and realized I could smuggle Tic Tacs in my crows feet. Egads! But, OK, I guess I can live with that. Although I must admit I pay more attention to those wrinkle reducing cosmetic commercials now.

And I did switch not so long ago to a new foundation targeted at those of us with “mature” skin. It came with a little application brush, which looked dainty and cute until I actually dipped it into the jar of rich, moisture-infused cream. You know what the feathery brush turns into? A spackle knife. Yep, trowel it on and smooth it out, baby! Gone are the days of hurriedly dabbing on a bit of make-up with a triangular sponge and rushing out the door. Now I need a contractor’s license and a tool belt to execute my morning routine.

Off to do Pilates (yes, I have forced myself to get back into a daily Pilates routine again—yay me!) and hope that I don’t break a hip.