Mid-Life Crisis

Today is my birthday. I'm 45 years old. Maybe that's why a couple of days ago I cut myself some bangs after not wearing them for a number of years. I had bangs all through my adolescence and young adulthood and finally decided a few years ago to grow them out because I was tired of fighting the bang battle. I have naturally curly hair, so getting bangs to behave like bangs is not easy. It has been nice for a number of years now to just wash and go. With bangs, I have to blow dry to get the desired effect.

But maybe it's worth it. I think they may take off a few years. What do you think? Here are a few birthday pictures (taken by my daughter) for your consideration.

Without glasses:

With glasses (do I look more intelligent?):

Enjoying the new reading corner:

Thanks for being my official photographer, Caitlin!

I know, this post is an exercise in total vanity. But I'm entitled, right? I'm now closer to 50 than 40. The wrinkles are multiplying, the hair is graying, the eyes and mind are failing, and the body is going. Gotta take what I can get.

Happy birthday to me!