I noticed a bald patch in my eyelashes recently.
“What?” I thought to myself, highly offended.
I did what every red-blooded American does: I Googled it.
Once I ruled out assorted deadly diseases, I found the real reason for the demise of my eyelashes.
I’m middle aged.
According to Google, which led me to this website, for instance, “As we age, eyelash follicles (the openings in the skin through which the lash grows) can slow or stop producing new lashes altogether.”
Terrific! Of course, wonky eyelashes are just one of a myriad of afflictions that I’m suffering from now that I’m a card-carrying member of AARP.
Thankfully, I’m not alone nor am I the first to suffer from middle age.
So I have decided to make the best of this time in my life–and to start laughing my way through middle age. Just like these fabulous people I found on Twitter.
Welcome to middle age
Middle Age Milestone
Of Teeth and Middle Age
Thank you, Twitter peeps, for the midlife laughs!
And what about my eyelashes? Turns out they have grown back. For now.
But I’m ready to purchase falsies and growth serum should it happen again. And to keep laughing my way through middle age.