Let's Talk About Wrinkles...I Mean Memories:)

Turning 33 last month, I began taking a closer look in the mirror.  Conceded yes, but an evaluation had to be done.  Do I have hair growing out of places that it shouldn't be?  Do any of my many freckles look like age spots or skin cancer?  Should I begin using the many age fighting creams, lotions and potions on my face?  And then I noticed my wrinkles....

Being that I am not on TV or the silver screen, I did not go running out to get Botox or plastic surgery, but I did notice them.  I could not believe it, wrinkles, already?!  

The next day, I kept thinking about my wrinkles.  How are they nonexistent one moment, and then BAM right in the kisser, you have these wrinkles or should I use the politically correct term "laugh lines".  I looked again at the wrinkles next to my mouth and thought, how many times did I have to laugh to form these.  Who did I smile at recently that contributed to my aging:)

Then there are the wrinkles between my eyes.  These to me are angry or stress wrinkles.  They appear from putting to much pressure on the brain!  I really need to stop doing that.  

Finally, I thought about my forehead.  I thought for a long time, pondering what on earth contributed to these.  Questions? Surprises?  Confusion?  And then it hit me!  I have inherited these wrinkles from my father.  He has a matching pair.  It is one of the defined features on his face no matter what his expression is.  These wrinkles are my memories both good and bad.  For every moment that is meant to be captured, I lock it tight in side and as a result I have developed a family trait.

I suppose I could look at the development of my wrinkles as a sign of developed wisdom.  But I prefer to look at all of wrinkles as memories.  Emotional moments that have been etched onto my face and those that define who I am as individual.