Acceptance

I looked in the mirror and actually scared myself. It was one of those pull-your-head-back-and-scream "Yikes" thingys. Not good.

Where are my eyebrows? When did I put purple marker under my eyes? Just how much grey hair do I have?!?

I spent a good part of my Saturday afternoon watching QVC's "Day of Beauty". I was looking for a magic potion, something to rid my face of it's ills and send in out into the world looking 10, 15, 20 years younger. I actually did buy some products from Philosophy, but they weren't make-up items. (I absolutely love the smell of their lotions and cleansers.)

I won't stop searching, but I must accept this:

I am the lines on my face.
I am the days, weeks, years that are shown.
The happiness and sadness, the shock and the awe.
This is me.
Breathe, Laugh & Be Grateful.



Ann Again... and again