The 28th January was my birthday. Now I’ll share with you a couple of thoughts; when I reached my 50th I was a little perturbed, how? What? 50? How on earth am I fifty years old? Yesterday I was thirty! Where did those years go?
A few years on, I’m not going to say how many, but I have an inkling that my body is getting old, but in my head I’m still thirty! If you asked my daughter’s they would probably say that I’m still in the 1980’s for example I still like :
- Big Hair
- Batwing jumpers
- St. Elmo’s Fire
- Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark
I could go on, but I am still waiting for the first two to come back into fashion.
Anyway, back to the age thing, this is probably a little vain, a little trick that I learnt a couple of years ago; depending on the light, there are a couple of mirrors in the house where, when I look at my reflection I think ‘Ugh, really? You’re looking your age Teresa’ then there is another which, especially under electric light where I could (actually can), delude myself that I still look 30ish.
So that’s the mirror I use. Happy in this delusion.