The Woman in the Mirror

Anyone else wake up this morning and not recognize their own face? It may be because I got some sun recently, but that’s part of the problem. The sun has caused me to see wrinkles where there were none before. My cheeks look tired, my forehead looks like I’m mad. OK, maybe I’m a little mad. When did this happen? Aren’t I only 25?

I’ve been putting off getting botox-like fillers for several years. I can’t bring myself to “face” what I know is inevitable – I’m getting older. It’s a crazy phenomenon, aging. Part of me feels young and inexperienced, the other – wise and jaded. I was talking to a 23 year old who said, “I’m just at a weird age, ya know?” And I recalled feeling the exact same way, then. I was too young to feel so mature, and yet, too old to act like I wasn’t. And here we are again on the merry-go-round. Too young to want to think about a 401K, and too old not to. Reality has been hitting me like a ton of bricks lately. Mortgages and children and “can we even afford life?” has been coming into my mind ALOT. This entire blog was meant to remind me to live in abundance, and every now and then it feels like a stretch. By no means are we struggling. But, could we do better?

In the time that it’s taken me to feel comfortable finishing this post, I’ve been able to take a closer look at my accounts with a financial advisor who makes me feel like I’m ahead of the curve. Additionally, Mr. Eastwood – as he has been affectionately described in an earlier, yet unpublished post – has gotten a new job that has put him in a much better position.

So, as it turns out, we’re going to be just fine.