I am getting old. And not metaphorically. I am aging at an exponential rate that is startling and shaming to me.
I eat so well. I don't drink a whole lot anymore. I use sunscreen and I get 8-9 hours of sleep every single night. I am blessed with very little stress and I have great genes. So WHY?
I am hoping that it is just a perception thing...like body dysmorphic disorder. Or maybe a mirror distortion.
I am not ready to be old. I didn't get being young done yet.
9.03.2014
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