At least a tree has to be cut down before a scientist can study its history; I have my rings on full display as I walk around town. Look at all those wrinkles on my face!
I know… I know I’m getting older and losing your hair is part of the process. I just didn’t think I would get old so fast! I mean people put on their sunglasses when they see me approach.
“There goes old shiny head!”
“All of these lines upon my face. Tell you the story of who I am. So many stories of where I’ve been. And How I got to where I am.” – Brandi Carlile, The Story
Those lines on my face tell the story of who I am and where I’ve been. Every joy, every disappointment, every thrill, every rejection, every fear, every blessing, every path I have chosen in my life. It is the story of how I have gotten to where I am and the person I am today. Those wrinkles are like my very own autobiography.
I sat there staring into the mirror looking at my receding hairline and wondering where the time had gone. Wasn’t I young yesterday?