As I get older I take note of annoying lines. Such as bank lines (before ATMs), grocery lines (Never shop on senior citizen day), the chalk line, (I’m addicted to Invesitagtion Discovery. May it never be around your body), pick up lines, (okay I didn’t hear them enough) the line in the sand (It always moves depending on the tide), and the infamous red line, (it never really existed, okay done with anything political from this point forward).
The most famous line… which is the quickest way from point A to B, the straight line.
In life point A is birth and point B is death. May you be blessed it’s not a straight line, makes life more interesting.
Last night as I was puttng on my makeup I saw some other lines.At first glance I hated but then loved.
Stretch lines… two great children.
Worry lines, between my brows…thankfully because I have children and family and friends.
Around my mouth frown lines…rarely seen. But every now and then life takes its toll.
Which brings me back to my favorite lines next to each one of my eyes…Laugh lines. Thank goodness for all the moments that created those lines. Those lines were often used divert tears.But thank goodness I have laughed more than I cried.
As I approach 56 years of age, I’ve learned to love my squiggly lines as a road map to where I’ve been, where I am and where I am going.
At 18 I wanted to be a famous landscaper. At 21 I veered into writing, wanting to be Barbara Walters and then Erma Bombeck.
If life were a test I am the answer D…None of the Above. And finally a D is good in life. But it stunk in high school.