I often hear about the horrors of aging. I am a woman, of course. I've been inundated with anti-aging propaganda since I was old enough to watch television. I read magazines, I talk to friends. I was also an actress and most of my friends are still actors. Anyone that says actors can age gracefully is kidding themselves. Then there's the small factor of living in Los Angeles, where it's not uncommon to begin Botox in your twenties as a "preventative measure" or to get eyelash extensions as part of your monthly beauty routine. So, yeah, aging. I've thought about it.
I have yet to personally encounter the "horror" part of aging, however. I've certainly had the unwanted gray hairs show up or pain in my knees after standing at a concert for a couple of hours. I, too, have felt the slowdown of my metabolism and the calm-down of my social life. I no longer could or would stay out partying or dancing until the wee hours of the morning. All of this stuff is fine with me. Especially since I have not noticed any significant wrinkles or lines on my face yet. Well, until this past weekend.
It was a sunny day and we were riding in the car. I didn't have a care in the world. I caught my reflection in the side-view mirror. The sunlight was hitting my face. And there it was. A line on my face that I hadn't ever noticed before. I had a WTF moment before I realized what it really was. It was a smile line! The first noticable line on my face is from... smiling too much?!
I've looked for it since then. It is a mirage that only appears when lit just so. I've found I'm comforted by it's existence. It is proof that I've led a happy life thus far. It is proof that I'm a smiler. ;-)
*Above photo taken by Logan. Pictured - Jayce.