Random memory resurfaced of being in the barber’s chair. I was 30 years old, Linda had been cutting my hair since I was 3.
After the cut for the first time ever, she ran the trimmers over the backs of my ears. That had never happened before.
I immediately realized in that moment I’m old and I now have old man hair on my ears
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Not quite the same thing but the thought that comes to mind-
I fondly remember this one day in particular from when I was working in a woodshop, it was cold out and the garage I worked out of wasn’t insulated. I was stopping to take my lunch break.
It was a stressful job, learning tons of new skills, many completely unrelated to woodworking, my boss wasn’t always pleasant to me, but this day I was content with myself, and I just remember drinking hot water with lemon juice out of my insulated water bottle, eating my ham and cheese sandwich, and watching the world out the open garage door as a song I loved by Emanicpator played from my phone speaker
And I just felt at peace with myself and the world. Content with the moment I was existing in.
It’s a feeling I reminisce about periodically. Sometimes I find that place, at the most trivial of times, and its kinda magical :)
Whenever I walk past a Chinese takeout place and I can smell what’s cooking, I’m instantly reminded of being a little girl and walking with my dad to the local Chinese takeout place in the evening after he’d returned home from work. I remember being mildly annoyed with him because he’d walk so fast and I had such little legs back then I could barely keep up! Funny how a smell can bring back nostalgic memories, eh? 😃
At least on person has thoughts about something other than their pet!
I put a picture of myself on Instagram and then later took it down because I didn’t like the way I looked. My SO asked why and I told him I was just being vain, and he told me I looked “perfectly fine for your age”.
When people start adding “for your age” as a qualifier that means you’re old.
Playing with my cat on my bed. I’m dangling a string and she’s chasing it around. She’s happy. No fear at all. I’m so proud of myself that I’m able to give this tiny creature a good life, happy and warm, and that she trusts me.
I feel the same about my dog. Sometimes, I’ll watch her play outside and then I’m hit with this… emotional wave, hoping that I’ve been giving her the best like possible, and that she’s happy.
