I Can See Clearly Now...
It's my birthday today. I'm 54. I love the picture above. I took it last week after a not-so-good training run. It's unedited, unfixed. It shows all the grey hairs, the wrinkles, and the old skin. It shows how I looked after I was defeated by my own overconfidence. And yet, it's one of my favorite selfies to date. I guess I've reached that part of life when birthdays make me feel a little pensive and wistful. Additionally, the covid year has been particularly difficult for all of us in varying ways. I feel like this year has aged me considerably, not just my appearance, but my heart and soul as well. As much as I hate to admit it, I've been heard lamenting about looking my age. My middle daughter, who is too emotionally intelligent for her (or my) own good, clapped back at me once, "well, you are your age so it's perfectly fine to look it." (She has a knack for forcing me to look in the mirror and come to terms wi...