Misc Friday

Spring thunderstorms are going to roll across Indiana today. I can't wait. I just love a good boomer.

I was on one of the quotation websites, which I do almost every day, looking for good quotes. Found this little gem: "I can move my forehead again." from actress Nicole Kidman, after she admitted she had used Botox on her face for wrinkles.

Sooooo. I fully realize that Hollywood, and most of the American society, is obsessed with looking youthful. But does appearing to be younger than your real years also mean you lose the brains that a) God gave you, and b)you should be enlarging with experience and knowledge in the time you have been on this earth? Why would any thinking, reasonable person inject a toxin into their face to plump up a few lines, when said toxin is going to stop all feeling in the affected area? Come on, is it worth it? Aside from the fact, every wrinkle and line on my face has a story. It's called life. I have lived it, and not always as fully as I should have. Not always with happiness and joy, but tinged with sorrow, grief, and fear.  A very wise friend that passed through my life when I was in my mid 20's told me that you can't appreciate the highs without the lows. She said this at a time when I was desperately low, and had survived a devastating experience. It was exactly what I needed to hear at that moment.

So if that experience left a line or wrinkle on my face, I wear it as a badge. A badge that states I made it to the other side. I survived, and yes, you can too. Facial lines tell our story. I wear mine with pride.

Have a great weekend, and thanks for reading the ranting today. I must go tell Sarge the shaking Sheltie that the storm won't get him, he is safe in the house with mom. Sigh.
Linda