I hit an aging milestone yesterday. I bought my first readers. For you youngbloods out there, those are the generic magnifying glasses to facilitate reading small print. I bought a few pair because I hear my friends say they leave them in every room of the house. I'll see how that works out.
I resisted buying them because I could struggle along. But I finally asked myself why I was forcing myself to struggle. Was it vanity? Ego?
SPOILER: It was.
Which is silly, because I don't think any lesser of others who use them. Sometimes they even look good/sexy/stylish depending on their whole vibe.
I think part of my answer to that question of why I resisted was also seeing this as the beginning of the end. Another inevitability of my aging and eventually failing body.
