The photographer for our show posted a picture of the production staff on Facebook. My first thought when I saw the picture was, "Wow, look at how gray I am!" That was followed by a quick moment of delusion. "The stage lights accentuate that." That was followed by, "Get real, Barb."
Usually, I am not bothered by the fact I have reached a "mature" age. After all, I am very happily retired from my career. Then, while I was doing my morning reading, this came across my screen:
I thought, "How appropriate for this morning." I considered going for a new look.
I could carry off something kind of "out there." It could be fun. Something different. Or maybe just weird. Obviously not in the best mood, I got ready to go the gym with Paul for our strength training regimen.
It is a good thing he was there to encourage me to go. My muscles and joints have been barking at me because of the hours I have spent at the piano in the past few weeks.
So, there I was on my second machine, resting in between repetitions, when this little old man pushing a walker strolled past. He stopped, looked right at me and said, "Is this making you feel better? I'm not so sure it's working for me!" And then he laughed.
And, so did I. At myself.