I’ve been appreciating the freedom of contacts. The first few days I was quite apprehensive waiting for an uncomfortable dryness or itchiness. This reaction is from remembrances of my many years with hard or gas permeable contacts. But these soft contacts are so comfy. I’ve been putting them in the moment I wake up and taking them off the last possible moment of the day.
Today the reality of contacts hit me hard. I can no longer “hide” behind my glasses. When I get too much sleep, my eyes are puffy in the morning. This morning I slept in until 8am. It felt so good to get that extra wink of sleep, but my eyes looked so, so, so old and saggy. Despite this, I put in my contacts first thing. What were the greetings from my daughter this morning? “You look tired.” Boo hoo. Had I been wearing my glasses, she never would have noticed.
Another point of vanity with me is my ever graying hair. I’ve got streaks of gray. When I wear pigtails, my husband calls me Silver Fox. I really don’t want to become a slave to hair color. I’m bad enough about getting it trimmed on occasion. If I had it colored, my roots would give it all away. I wish everyone else would quit coloring their hair so I wouldn’t look so old. Besides the Bible is clear on the matter. Gray is a good thing:
Lev 19:32 Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God: I am the LORD
Pro 16:31 The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.
aging amanda ∞