The view in my mirror got a bit more interesting Saturday, right after I lost that bicycle vs. old guy in SUV battle.
I am 5' 8" AND bald. Stop whining now.I'm 44 and still have the thick, dark hair of a 20 year old.
But I'm 5'-7", so that's really just like a consolation prize from God.
I've often looked in a mirror and wondered what my dad was doing there.
I don't think you can see yourself in the mirror. It's like when it's late at night, and you think you see someone lurking but it's actually a trash can. I think the mind just makes little adjustments to your vision so you can't see yourself as you are. I look at the guy in the mirror that passes for me now, and I think, I can live with that. Then I see a pic of myself someone takes when I'm out on the same day, and I wonder how did I get that old since this morning?