A really strange thing occurred today at the office. I confess aging has been a fear of mine since - well since I turned at least 25. Yes, I said twenty-five. I admit that the alternative to aging (death) is not real attractive either. But I digress-
This afternoon I paused as I was working in a project at my computer and looked down at my hand. I think I recall scratching the of my left hand with my right. I noticed in the desk lighting that the back of my hand seemed more tanned than I would have thought. upon closer look it appeared to me that my skin seemed rougher... more wrinkled then I had ever noticed. This freaked me out!
I know this all sounds so silly, but somehow what I saw of my hands said more to me then looking in a mirror in the morning, Then looking at any of my recent pictures. I confess I freaked out!
Even as I write this tonight and look at my hands (admittedly in different lighting) they don't seem to freak me out like they did this afternoon. I suppose this was simply a case of heightened anxiety and I confess that it makes me feel really silly.
Why can't I look at my overall view of aging as just something silly too?