dazed and confused
Lately I've noticed a few signs that I'm not a teenager anymore. The first few gray hairs have appeared, and my knees and hips hurt after I've gone for a walk. It just suddenly struck me that I'm getting older, that I won't always have a healthy, youthful body, that I really am mortal (duh). I don't have any wrinkles yet, thank goodness, because I'm not a sun-worshipper. Getting old gracefully is okay, but I'm scared of not being able to take care of myself at some time in the future. I took care of my ex-husband's grandmother before she passed away, and she was like totally helpless -- had to be fed, changed, all that. I shudder to think that I could one day end up like that.