yuck
i’ve been feeling especially old these days. i don’t know if it’s because i’m in a weird, new spot, so all i do is sit here and think about the other places i’ve been and miss all that i’ve done in these other places or what. the backs of my hands are getting more worn and lines on my face won’t go away. the grey hairs in my part are certainly popping out more. (well, i’m hoping that last one will slow down with the slow down in stress in my life.)
but it’s like i’m suddenly more aware of my mortality and the actual act of getting old – the physical signs are becoming more apparent. which scares the bejesus out of me. we all think we’re immortal. we know we’re not, but we think and feel like we are.
or maybe i need to get out more.