I was considering today what it means to “grow old gracefully”. Of course, these musings are purely hypothetical and have nothing to do with my actual age…
It’s my face that started it. I think my skin is stuck between teenager and wrinkles. It hasn’t figured out this whole aging thing either. I always assumed by the time fine and not-so-fine lines became noticeable, that I’d be well past acne breakouts. Seriously, what’s up with that?!? I wound up staring at the skincare aisle in two different stores for longer that I’d care to admit today. I ended up buying chocolate instead. What’s someone my age supposed to do? The stuff I used over a decade ago on my young, acne-prone skin dry my face out too much now. On the other hand, the options for “mature” skin are heavy creams that would make me look younger only because they would cause an impressive break-out. This is why I haven’t done much of anything when it comes to skincare for several years.
As if that wasn’t frustrating enough, I happened to glance at the prices. I still haven’t gotten over the sticker shock of over $30 for one tiny little jar of cream. Do you know how many books $30 can buy on thriftbooks.com?
Mom wasn’t one to spend a lot of time getting ready in the morning. She put Oil of Olay on her face and applied lipstick before going out. That was it. And you know what? She looked great at 50! What was her secret? I think maybe it was because she smiled and laughed so much. Maybe the reason she always looked beautiful was because of her beautiful personality. I wonder if that’s what “growing old gracefully” really means.
What do you think? Any thoughts on aging gracefully? (And if any of you know of a great skincare product for middle-age skin that doesn’t cost a small fortune, please mention that too!)