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What the eye can’t see, the heart don’t fret about.

Posted in Aging, Health, and Life & Love

woman-too-much-makeup1A few mornings ago, seeing as summer was on the way, I decided to shave my legs. I only had a couple of disposable razors to hand, and they’d been lying around for a while, so I wasn’t sure how sharp they were. I decided to take both off to the shower – figuring they would get the job done between them. The first one worked ok for a while, but started to drag. So I swapped over to the other –smooth as silk. Job finished, I towelled off and went on my merry way.

Doing a forward bend at yoga the next day, I realised I had missed large swathes of hair on my shins. Completely annoyed that the damn razors hadn’t worked I headed home to chuck them both out – only to realise that I had been shaving with the plastic safety sheaths still in place.

Which I hadn’t noticed – because I can’t wear glasses in the shower. And if I am not wearing glasses; I can’t see a damn thing close up anymore.  Cairo… sure, something scribbled on a piece of paper – not a jot.

I have two pairs of glasses that I alternate through the day when I am working – they both give me headaches after a while. One of them has a bit of kitchen towel stuck into the hinge with sticky tape in the left hand corner. The fancy gold fitting has fallen out (for the second time) and I am buggered if I am going to replace it – a waste of another $100. The kids laugh at me.

3719253317_aa90aba900_zBut here’s the thing. I look so much better without my glasses on. My pores are smaller, my skin smoother, my eyebrows perfectly arched. I get fewer spots, apply my eyeliner straight first time round and don’t worry if I’m sporting that attractive blink of mascara across my upper eye arch – because I can’t see any of it.

These days I don’t get my knickers in a twist wondering why no-one told me I have a spot on the end of my nose or a spare rib in my teeth. When someone points it out – I am just grateful. Otherwise I will wander around all day… blissfully unaware.

In fact – I don’t pick at much of anything anymore: myself, situation, people, circumstances. A wise Greek fellow once said: ‘The unexamined life is not worth living for a human being’ – but I am not so sure. I think there is a lesson in my blind-as-a-batty-old-broad-ness.

If something is looming so large that I can see it without lenses, then it clearly merits immediate attention. That which I can’t see without employing a 5x magnification mirror, doesn’t seem to bear worrying about.

Sorry Socrates.

(Images both in the public domain.)

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3 Comments

  1. Nodded in agreement with everything as I read this fab post. Only downside for me is whatever I can’t or won’t see my kids will see for me!

    September 5, 2013
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  2. silvia
    silvia

    As long as you can see what is important to see why bother?
    That was real fun to read

    August 30, 2013
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  3. Yes! I love looking at myself naked in the mirror without my glasses on – I have, like, zero cellulite and a bottom as smooth as a baby’s! Magic 🙁
    Another bonus: You don’t see how dirty your bathroom actually is. Yey!

    August 27, 2013
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