reality keeps giving me swirlies

i don’t know why these things didn’t really dawn on me earlier, but this week they’ve hit me like, well, like cold water in the face. only— it's a certain kind of cold water.

i’m aging. dunk

spider veins. drying skin. cellulite. gray hairs. dunk

i’m old enough to be someone’s mother, and in a few years i’ll be too old to become anyone’s mother. dunk

i’m alone. dunk, splash-gasp, dunk

i’ll be so busy with work that this won’t be changing anytime soon, or perhaps never. dunk-dunk-dunk

i am not as wise, centered, patient, kind, humble, generous, honest, merciful, gracious, loving, or, well, godly as i could be.
dunkdunkdunk-dunkity-dunkdunk-FLUSSSSSSSSHHHH!

it's not a light-hearted post, but at least the image is kinda funny.