Lately I’ve been beginning to notice just how old my father looks. While life moves slowly on, it’s easy for subtle changes like this to slip under the radar. But the other day when I was about to drive somewhere, he signaled the need for a word. And when I wound down the window I noticed a face that looked more similar to my scarcely seen grandfather’s than his own. A face carved with creases; set with tired eyes and a receding hair line.
And it scares me somewhat. Because often I neglect the fact that life is forever moving. I’ve been on this Earth many years already and will hopefully continue to be on it for many more to come. I’m in the transformation of becoming an old woman; just in the early days. Cue quarter-life crisis.
I need to start living.
You know, whenever people ask me what my most embarrassing moment in life is, I can never find a good answer. There are probably a few since I am a pretty clumsy person - one example being my continuous falling into the laps of several men whilst walking down a train aisle.
However, after looking through my old photos on Facebook, I’d have to say that the time my extended family decided to enlarge a photo of my face, put it on a stick, and proceed to take said stick-figure to every event over the course of my ten month absence… Well, that may just take the cake.
And for those who thought I was just being too selective about acquiring a boyfriend. No, really, once he met my family he would run in the other direction.
I should be studying for an exam but I think I’ll just upload a picture of a ferret instead.
Blogging is hard. Centrelink really should be paying me more to do it.
she’ll shove you
under the bus
so she can make
her safe getaway
(she’ll throw you
off of the bridge,
she’ll leave you
to the wolves)