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First let me apologize for the bad scan - the thickness of the clay book really messed up the scanned colors of this one. I recreated the art piece in clay, added the metals, baked it, used metallic rub ons and stamped the words with Stayz On ink. The numbers for the year were punched from 7Gypsies paper. And yes, this is actually a photo of me. I used the tips in the most recent CK to take a photo in the mirror. The journaling, which is in the book, reads: I will turn 44 this year. Not a milestone by any means; just another passing year. So why then, do I feel old today! My body has gone through many changes over the years, and none have ever made me feel old. When I saw those first wrinkles around my eyes, I told myself they were a sign of my constant laughter and had nothing to do with age. When I started gaining weight while in law school, the doctor verified that my thyroid gland had just quit working; a problem that affects many women of all ages; again not an age related change. Last year, when I found my first gray hair (which I promptly removed — not out of vanity, of course — to enable me to take a closer look) I reminded myself that it was only one hair, no others have followed, again, not a sign of age. When I could no longer avoid the reality that it took me longer to get past that feeling of morning stiffness, I knew that it was from lack of sleep because I was a mother; it had nothing to do with age. So what is different today? I had been having a hard time reading the amount of text necessary for me to do my job so I made an appointment with my eye doctor. He was full of wonderful comments - he’d trade either of his eyes for my 20/20 distance vision, no signs of glaucoma, everything looked wonderful. However, I would need reading glasses! What? Why? It was then he told me how the muscles that help eyes focus on near objects get weaker as the eye itself gets less flexible creating an inevitable loss of ability to focus on small print as you get older; it was a miracle I hadn’t needed glasses before now! After all, the eyes just start going downhill after 40 and here I was flaunting my lack of glasses at 43. I took my prescription and, since my vision hadn’t recovered from the drops in my eyes, making it impossible to shop for scrapbook supplies, or glasses for that matter, I went home and reflected on this. Did the doctor just tell me I was old? Yes! He said my eyes were beginning to fail me simply because of my age — not a disease, an injury, or lack of care — my age! While I know this feeling will pass and the benefit of being able to read without effort will far outweigh the inconvenience of wearing glasses, today, for the first time in my life, I feel old! Thanks for the inspiration, Shelby and thanks for looking. Sue.
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