I came across a picture of myself today, tucked safely away inside a book. My guess is that it had been there since shortly after it was taken. This particular picture was taken a little over ten years ago.
This is the first picture I have ever seen that has made me realize just how much older I am getting. I hadn’t noticed any of the day-to-day changes that come with age, and I always assumed I looked the same as I did back then. Outward appearances haven’t changed much. My hair is identical. I am still pretty much the same size. But the face staring out at me is very different. Almost unrecognizable. Nothing has changed, and yet, everything has.
I suppose it is the same way with children. Seeing them everyday, you don’t notice how they are changing, but pick up a picture that was taken last year, and you can’t believe how much they’ve grown. I must confess, I find it much easier to watch other people get older than it is to watch myself.
Coming across this old picture has taught me two things. First, I’m not exactly sure where the last ten years have gone, but I’m pretty sure they marched across my face on their way out. And second, I am in desperate need of a new hairstyle.