A Sign of Aging

The wise, old woman at the podium

Trying to fit everything in within two weeks has been no small task. My days are long and exhausting. But the biggest perk of my job is interacting with the students. It reminds me of my days in graduate school--young, impressionable, and eager. What happened? Wasn't that just yesterday? Now, I am considered the older woman who has 4 kids and full of advice. I am hoping their youthfulness and enthusiasm is rubbing off on me. It is my alternative to botox.

I especially feel that my age is catching up to me when I look down at my feet and see this:

It doesn't help that the shoes are granny-style as well. I was under a time crunch and had to purchase the best Carrefour could offer. Another sign of aging: willing to compromise my style...

Yes, I wore two different shoes to work today. In my defense, it was early, dark, and the shoes are both black. What I can't defend is I have lost interest in petty details over the years. And when I say 'petty details' I mean how to dress myself...

Absent-minded professor, indeed.