Y'all have seen a dog chasing it's own tail at some point in your lives, right?
Well, that's me lately.
I have absolutely no idea what I'll do when/if I catch myself, but I'm leaning to a day at the spa. Or submersion in chocolate. Either one.
I celebrated my birthday recently. It was a "Change of Decade" birthday for me, and I'm feeling rather... unsettled about it. I know, there's not a thing I can to do about it. The day after my birthday, I received a Christmas letter from my aunt. One of the big news items: my cousin, who is only 6 months older than I am, is going to be a grandma.
So, I went from "unsettled" to "definitely not okay with this Change of Decade"--- and now it's morphed into... numbness. I took a good look at myself in the mirror this morning, to see if I look my age, and yeah, I'd have to say I do.
Oddly enough, wrinkles don't bother me. Gray hair doesn't bother me (my parents didn't start graying up until about their 50's, plus, I color my hair, so if there's gray in there, I don't know about it.)
Change of Decade bothers me. Why? Because I'm now officially "Granny-Aged." Thank heavens my children are still young enough that I'm not anywhere close to becoming anyone's Granny.
Although, when I finally do become a grandmother, I'm thinking "Granny" isn't too bad a name. ;)