60 is the new 28

Are you kidding?

What part of my outward appearance am I not concerned about?

I am an actress, an aging one... of course I'm concerned!

Every single flaw jumps out at me in the mirror in the mornings.

It's exhausting.

Especially now that I'm 60.

How did that happen?

My mind still feels 28.

Yesterday on base I was talking to some young Air Force recruits.

I asked if they were single, because I had friends that I could fix them up with.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…

OMG… They must've thought I meant friends my age.

But of course I didn’t…

Most of my friends are younger.

Much younger.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…

I couldn't connect the dots at the time, at their reaction.

But now it makes sense.

Life is funny.

And cruel.

Still... I have to look in the mirror.

And see what I see.

And forgive myself my imperfections.

And continue in this unforgiving business called show.

That rides me like a wild stallion in a thunderstorm.

Giddyup girl.

60 is the new 28.

Even if I do say so myself.

— Trish