Middle Ague

When I was younger, '50' seemed so old, so far in the future.  Now that I am in my early fifties, I realize that I'm still me -- it seems that just the world sees me differently.  Yes, I have some wrinkles and starting-to-sag skin, and I have to think twice before throwing on a miniskirt -- but inside I still feel like me.  Reconciling the 'inside' me with the 'outside' me is something I have to do every day. I obviously have some vanity (what blogger doesn't?) -- and am not entirely willing to throw in the towel.  It's a constant challenge to stay on-trend but age-appropriate.  I don't necessarily buy in to all the rules of beauty and aging, but some of them are there for a reason.  Choosing which ones to follow is an art -- and I know I don't always get it right.  But if I stop trying... I've gone through phases where I stay in my workout gear all day long (gross, I know, but entirely practical -- let's be honest, we know who do...