It is amazing what aging has done to me. Forget about the physical part, because there is now way it ain't happening. What I'm talking about is, aging has shifted, flipped, turned, folded and overturned my perspective of a few things in my life. I must say, I'm a better person today than I was before. I've developed a greater compassion, empathy and understanding. But then, I have to, because I work in social service. Otherwise my work will be no meaning to me. It will be just like dust in the wind.
I've been wearing denims and pants all my life. My father's old army green khaki pants fit me well when I was in high school. Mak would fix the helms and I would be wearing them all year around.
I didn't care much for skirts or dresses. I found them uncomfortable and limited my movement. But when I hit 40, I noticed I stood longer than necessary when I passed the women's dress section at department store. The I learned that wearing skirts and dresses can be comfortable if they are simple and the right size.
A couple of years ago I bought my first belt. I have six pinks sweaters now in my closet. I hate pink when I was younger.
A few days ago, I stopped at Marshall's to get a couple more of Christmas present. I walked passed the shoes aisles and my eyes caught this lovely shoes. I found myself ohhhheddd and aaahhhhed over this glittering high heel shoes. Twenty years ago I didn't even bother to stop and look at it. I'd probably snorted and walked away.
What surprised me was, I even considered to get a pair if they had under 2 inches heels. Isn't getting old is a blast?
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