Time marches on

Well, I'm back from shopping. I got up and hit the stores at 4:00 a.m. this morning.

BwaHaHaHaaa!

NOT.

Getting up in the dead of dark and hitting Target and the mall so that I can fight my way through a crowd of crazy-eyed, blood thirsty bargain shoppers all in the name of saving a buck is not my idea of a good time.

Instead I slept until nearly 11 o'clock! And I still feel sleepy. I think my turkey was spiked.

Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that I had a brand new wrinkle pop up just over my right eyebrow yesterday.

WTH? Just like that. There it was...Ta-Daa!

So I spent the rest of the day looking in various mirrors, including the side mirror in Charlie's truck as we hit the highway for his dad's house, and pulling the skin back tight on my forehead to see how I'd look with botox.

And I kept hearing Dolly Parton's voice as Truvy in Steel Magnolias, in my head all day saying,

"Honey, time marches on, and eventually you realize it's marchin' across your face!"

I was 18 when that movie first came out and I have seen it numerous times since but that was never one of the lines I related to much. 

Until yesterday.  There it was.  Dolly Parton's voice magically appearing in my head like some full of wisdom fairy godmother.  

I'll be 40 in less than 5 months now and I have spent the last few months since I turned 39 trying to wrap my mind around that.  Simply because I just do not feel it. 

I remember when I first noticed the signs of aging on my face.  I think I was approaching 30 when I realized that there was a little crease in each of my eyelids that was not there before. 

Then around 35, two little wrinkles between my eyebrows showed up magically overnight.

So I suppose it was time since they seem to be showing up in 5 year increments. 

Would I trade them back in, if it meant also trading back all the life experiences and wisdom I've gained in my (almost) 40 years?

Not a chance.  

Besides, there's always botox.  

Or maybe not.