THE OLD LADY IN THE MIRROR

No matter how much time I spend on my face, my hair, my clothes, the same tired old lady looks back at me from the mirror. It's always a shock because it's still ME inside and I don't know who that stranger is. At some point in life your body becomes your enemy. It betrays and diminishes you. It intimidates and disheartens you. It refuses to perform it's usual tasks with it's usual grace. It rebels, it stalls, it shuts you down. It hammers your joints and weakens your senses. Age is an indignity and rife with booby traps. Age aggravates more body parts than you ever knew you had. As Bette Davis once said, "old age ain't for sissies."