From Sabrina
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At my recent eye checkup, my optometrist informed me it’s time for the dreaded “B word”: bifocals.
Yes, it was that defining moment when you can no longer deny the effects of age and time on your body.
Actually, I needed progressive lenses, which provide correction for distance, middle, and near. My doctor assured me I could get lenses without any lines and no one would know.
But, I know.
And after a few weeks of thinking about it, I decided I don’t care. I’m 47 years old. Things change. Your eyesight, your body, your perceptions, they all change. Sure, there was a time when I thought 47 was ancient. Now, “ancient” is somewhere after 100. Maybe 150.
I’ve accomplished a lot in my life. Most importantly, I have two wonderful children who have grown into adults I treasure. I have a husband who loves me unabashedly and who I love completely. I have a career that fulfills me at a company that is exceptional. And I get to live this wonderful life every day. Yes, there are hard times, but there’s always something good waiting just around the corner. I focus on those things.
And with my new progressive lenses, I’ll be able to focus more clearly.
Not that I need an excuse to go shopping, but I saw this as an opportunity to celebrate being a happy, successful, 47-year-old woman with strained eyes. I ordered my new glasses, and then I ordered something I’ve been eyeing for a while: this adorable wallet.
I’m a pretty good shopper, so I got it for a good price. If you like such things but haven’t checked out the Coach Outlet, I encourage you to do so.
And, I encourage you to find reasons to celebrate every milestone that comes with this joyride called aging.
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