Last month at girls night, I realized I was the second oldest in the whole group. I'm used to being the youngest. It felt weird.
Last night I read a facebook post. In college, I had been the girl's piano teacher until I moved away. Her post read "I am 18 today." So why did it make ME feel old?
Tonight I looked in the mirror. I noticed fine lines forming under my eyes (*gasp).I didn't freak out. I came to terms.
Why? Because they are the kind of wrinkles you get from smiling and laughing a lot. I see no shame in that, so I will consider these the "good kind" and try my best to wear them well.
Age equals experience. Experience is good.