So maybe it's not all that bad ...

I was correlating meeting arrangements another member of my church (call her S.,) yesterday. Trying to describe another woman (whom we were meeting with) to me S. said, "Well, she's young, about your age. 32." She paused, then exclaimed, "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't insult you if you're younger than that."

I about fell over laughing. When I illuminated her as to my actual age she made all sorts of shocked noises and said that she would never have imagined I was this old.

So. I'm either a fairly average looking early 30's, or a pretty hagged late 20's. You know what? I can live with that. Very happily in fact. It's so nice to know I don't look as old as the mirror insists.

I told S. that I tend to look in the mirror any more and think, "What happened to me?" She replied, "Wait until you turn 50. Then you look in the mirror and think, 'Who's that?'"

Ah, yes, the advantage of knowing what the future holds. So comforting.