In my 20s and 30s face masks were a skin boon. Look how my skin can glow! This tourmaline mask promises to make my skin dewey–and it does! Will you look at the difference just a bit of effort makes?
I need the face masks now. No big payoff, but I do look 39 when I use them instead of 59.
This is growing up. This is getting older. This is getting…old.
The payoffs aren’t as dramatic now. Skipping the dessert is a habit, not a plan to help my pants fit better. Training for a 5K is regular exercise, not a thrilling physical feat. Making a from-scratch meal for six means dinner, not that I’m Nigella Lawson. Spring-cleaning our closets means the crew from Hoarders won’t show up at my door, not that I should open my own organizational business. A long weekend with friends is tag-team meal-making and child-watching marathon, not the escape it used to be.
The hard-earned wisdom of my 20s and 30s is invaluable.
But I sure the ups and downs, the big payoffs, the thrilling developments.
I miss the possibilities everything used to hold.
And I sure do miss that dewey skin.
