Reflecting

I was standing in line at the post office yesterday when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in one of the windows and did a double take.

In my mind's eye I'm still a 12 year old, still bright and eager and optimistic. The woman - the old woman - looking back at me just looked so downtrodden, like she'd been kicked around by life. A lot. It's not that I'm shocked by how old I look (I'm turning 33 at the end of the month, I expect to look older than 12) but by how world weary that woman staring back at me was.

I'm happier living in my delusions.