I was informed yesterday that I am sick–I have Strep Throat. Other than the usual symptoms of sore throat, ear pain, bad case of sounding like Wezzie Jefferson, my face was as dry as West Texas in August. While they were filling my prescription, I went looking for a facial moisturizer that would help with the problem until I could go to Whole foods to discuss this matter–remember I am sick. The little sales clerk all of 19 tried to assist this woman of a certain age, and it wasn’t working. She did not understand that I needed moisture. I am not even sure she knew what I was talking about. Needless to say after about 10 minutes of showing me products that firmed, brightened, reduced and everything else we were still not understanding each other. She showed me products that were all natural fruits that had names of fruit God did not create. Remember I am sick. Just as I turn to leave I spot something from my youth, read the label–it is only a moisturizer with less ingredients than any of the others, and did not claim to be natural. Did I forget to tell you it cost less than $5? It is now the morning after 3 pills and one night of Pond’s Dry Skin Cream that I can say that I am feeling a little better and my face feels a lot better. Sometimes you don’t need a lot to fix the problem, you just need the problem fixed. Remember, “thisisyourbestyear”.
This is my best year ever, and it can be yours too. When I turned 40, I thought it was the end of life as I knew it. When I turned 50, I knew it was the end. It was the end, the end of that year--nothing more and nothing less. I've retired, gone to another career, started a business, and have kept writing. I've taken classes including glass blowing, swing dancing and so much more. I'm making each year, my best year. View all posts by thisisyourbestyear