The last few years have wrought changes, in our lives, in myself. I'm still figuring out what, exactly, is different, and in what ways. Easiest to focus on the lack of dye. But I see a change in my eyes. Maybe because the pain, while still present, is not constant, not oppressive in the same way. Sometimes it feels as though I've made no headway at all, but when I look back, I realize how bad it had been, and is not now. Even on bad weeks, like the last few. I hurt when I move wrong, when I'm very tired. Not every moment. I'm stiff, but I can sit, I can crouch with difficulty, where once I could not at all. It's hard to remember how much better this is.
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Considering the bottom two, because one sees all of your face: in the one above you look younger (possibly because of the dark hair), but older. In the bottom photo you look older, but infinitely younger. Lovely in both btw. And suddenly I am reminded of that (Bob) Dylan song:
but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
RtheS,
A song in my life. I was a very old child.
I think we have a choice between growing up and growing old.
I am hearing more and more of the aches and pains people are feeling as I myself get older and hear it from people only slightly older than I am. This summer I turn 37 and am only beginning to feel the slightest hints of occasional aches.
I am endeavoring to exercise more in the hopes that I can have the kind of ache that is due to exercise, rather than lack of it.
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You have a very interesting and lovely face.
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