Guest Post: Shannon Webb

It wasn’t long ago that I looked in the mirror and saw a young carefree 20-something with nearly flawless skin staring back at me. But as with most things in life, that too is slowly changing.

Nowadays, the mirror is not quite as kind as it once was.

The beginning signs of aging are knocking on my door and, like pesky uninvited out-of-town guests, continue to make themselves at home despite my protests.

It takes more time for me to get ready even though I have less of it to spare, and concealer has become a makeup must. I no longer go hunting for bargains, but rather gray hairs. My former stick-straight hair that once wouldn’t hold a curl, is now an unmanageable wavy mess due to ever fluctuating hormone levels, à la last year’s pregnancy. I’d be lost without my tweezers, since hair now grows from places I never even knew it could. Freckles continue to multiply thanks to years of sun worshiping poolside and under eye circles persist no matter how much sleep I manage to get.

And they say that age is just a state of mind.

Well, so is insanity and there are days when despite being only 30, I feel 80 and about as crazy as a table flipping New Jersey housewife.

So what’s a girl to do?

Since drawing the curtains, wearing pajamas all day, and never leaving the house isn’t really an option, I’m left with little choice but to change my self-perception and learn to accept the woman I’m becoming.

No longer will I waste time obsessing about those newly discovered lines in the corner of my eyes. Instead I’ll remember how they came to be, those days of laughing so hard my eyes narrowed and filled with happy tears. When I see a new wrinkle around my mouth, I’ll think about the countless times my family has made me smile. Oh, and my forehead wrinkles? Well, those obviously stemmed from my wonderfully poignant thoughts and all the years of helpful advice I’ve shared, of course! But I’m quite sure that all the worrying over my eventually teenage daughter won’t help much either!

And though the thought of some day resembling the Old Witch from Snow White makes me shudder, I will try my best to grow old gracefully and learn to embrace each new year along with the changes it brings.

Life, by design, is imperfect. And, growing old sure does beat the alternative.

What’s your reflection saying about you?

“Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It means that you’ve decided to look beyond the imperfections.” - Anonymous

My bio:

I am an early 30-something and former teacher, turned stay-at-home mom to one precocious, yet indescribably adorable, toddler. My husband and I have been married for almost eight years and despite both being native Floridians, life had other plans for us and brought us to the Heart of Dixie, Sweet Home Alabama, several years ago. My days are spent trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy in our lives, while chasing my daughter around the house and through piles of dirty laundry. I am a Southerner without the accent, a lover of all things for the home, an over user of the word y’all, a believer in God and that Faith will get you through most anything, and a gal just trying to be the best momma, wife, daughter, and friend I can be.  I began blogging just over a year ago as a way for those close to us to keep up with the changes in our lives and our growing family. Although I never would’ve thought that my blog would evolve into what it is today, a way to connect with hundreds of wonderful people, I couldn’t be more delighted. And in closing, I extend a warm Southern hello, and welcome y’all to join me for a little of this and a lot of that over at my blog, Webbisodes.

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One Response to Guest Post: Shannon Webb

  1. I was actually searching google for “write for charity” in the hopes of finding places I can apply to work, I found your blog instead. A treasure of a find. x3 Keep it coming!

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