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Alright, so I want to show ya’ll two different pictures of me.

 

The left one is a picture of me taken in 2006. I’m going to guess this is sometime during my senior year, probably around March or April. I was experimenting with some makeup in my room – I never actually really wore any back then – so ignore that.

The other picture, the one on the right, was taken basically 10 years later: May 2017.

I feel like I look really different, but is that just my imagination? I mean, ignore the makeup in the first picture (I wish I was good enough at Photoshop to Photoshop it out and not make it look obvious)…the shape of my face has changed quite a bit. Some of the change might be due to a weight difference (I was likely heavier in that old pic than in the new, but I’m not 100% sure), but I think it’s a pretty big difference.

The skin around my eyes is a little different, too, and the tip of my nose looks bigger now (in my opinion), but I guess that’s a decade of age difference for ya.

Weird.

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Aged Cheese

We’re in that time of the year where a lot of my friends have their birthdays. My birthday’s not until February (or I guess I could say my birthday was back in February, whatevs), but whenever I see a lot of other people getting a year older, it always makes me think about myself getting older as well.

I actually don’t have any issues with the idea of getting older (at least, I don’t have any issues with it yet, haha). In fact, I kind of like the idea. I like the idea of amassing your own stock of memories and your own history and your own place in all of the events that have happened since your birth. I like the idea of being able to say “I was there” or “I remember that” about events that keep getting pushed further and further into history due to the passage of time.

I mean, in a few years I’ll be 30 years old. Even with just that amount of time, I feel like I have so many memories and so many experiences. That’s really cool to me. And what’s even better is that I’ve got this blog, this record of (some of) my experiences that I can go back and look at and read when I’m older and want to “revisit” my life.

So yeah. I like the idea of getting older. I’m not afraid of it.

Along that same line of thought, I’m really excited about the idea of growing old alongside my wonderful husband. My soulmate. My grandma and grandpa on my dad’s side didn’t have the perfect relationship by any means, but whenever I think of living a life alongside someone, my mind always goes back to them. They were married for more than 50 years and were able to grow old together. I like that. I like knowing that our relationship is strong enough to plan on experiencing the rest of our lives together.

And that makes me super happy.