Mornings are not my thing. I don’t remember if they ever were. But, I do remember jumping up out of bed before the 7am alarm could wake my roommate in college. I don’t remember the long start up time that I feel now, twenty years later. These are the things about aging they don’t tell you. It is easy to see the physical changes: the skin, hair, and girth. Old people tell you about the difficulty healing or jumping as high. But, it never dawned on me that these changes would make my mornings longer.
When I was younger all I did was get out of bed and maybe put my hair in a pony tail and brush my teeth. Now, this process of grooming takes much longer. It requires blow dryers, flat irons, and hair goop. That’s just for the hair. Then my face requires lotions and makeup to look not nearly half as good as youth did. It’s too bad that we don’t appreciate how good we have it when we are younger.
As an adult, I knew things would be different. But, I kept thinking maybe I’ll feel the energy I used to if only I sleep well. I thought a good night’s sleep was all I needed to rejuvenate my face too. But, after so many nights of hoping to recover my vitality, I’ve realized, it’s only going to keep changing. What I see in the mirror and what I feel in my joints are due to age more than lack of sleep. In truth, I sleep pretty well. But, I’m not feeling my best until after noon. I guess that’s what twenty years has done to me.
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