Some signs of aging are subtle.
You wouldn’t know by looking at me that I get stiff when I sit in one position for too long or that my knees sometimes creak when I climb out of bed.
Other signs of aging – like gray (or white) hair – can be covered up.
But this week I addressed an issue that will, sooner or later, be evident to everyone.
After months of having my husband hold the hymnal at his full arm’s length in church so that I could see it and using a magnifying glass to read the small print in my Bible each morning, I finally caved.
I went to the eye doctor and got prescription reading glasses.
I was afraid that I’d be signing some official document and not have a clue what it said – or that I’d accidentally give a mind-blowing tip to some waiter because I couldn’t distinguish the total bill amount on my receipt.
I am very grateful for my eyesight, especially that my long-distance vision is still nearly perfect. I know that having made it into my mid-forties before needing “vision assistance” is very good. I’m thankful that glasses are readily available.
But it’s just another reminder that this ol’ body isn’t improving. Time and I are walking hand in hand together down this road of life and the mile markers are passing by faster and faster. But at least I can still see them… and now that I have my glasses, I can even read the map.
Any subtle signs of aging that you’re willing to confess??