Self-Reflection
I look into the mirror and see the reflection of a 42 year old woman staring back. I glance back but look deep beyond her complexion, studying the tiny creases and indentations around her welcoming eyes, inviting me in through a window of memories. Good and bad, but they all showed meaning and gave me lessons that I needed to learn.
Taking me back to a time and place - to a young girl with long dark hair flowing in the wind. Her brown eyes sparkled like stars in the night. Silver hoops earrings hung from her lobes. A 17 year old girl who liked to hang out with friends and wanted to be noticed by the boys. Then the blunders of a later time came to light - years of hard lessons - her failures and losses, the set backs, challenges and how it molded her life and changed it completely. She once dreaded of becoming older and despised mirrors. But today it’s her way to self-reflect and she no longer hates the person staring back at her.