Reflections Kelly Artieri
Each morning I stand before the mirror readying myself for the day. I am always a bit behind schedule, rushing through each process preoccupied by thoughts of my upcoming schedule. Usually I just go through the motions of my routine, but today was different. Today I stood looking at the reflection that was looking back at me.
in the mirror that I no longer recognized. I become my own stranger because I didn’t take the time to remember the very essences that have made me over the course of my years. I am not speaking of only the monumental life events that I have had, but also the small everyday moments that I often barely notice at all. Some of the very things that define who I am now may have been only a brief Who is that person with the seemingly passing breeze from my past. All the curious stare? As I peer into the reflection people who have influenced me, the fads in the mirror, I am fascinated by both the and passing notions, the laughter and the familiarity and the vagueness I see. When tears that have sculpted my reflection are did the gray hair creep in, the wrinkles, standing there now looking back at me. and the maturity? I carefully study the thoughtful complexity that the longevity It’s sometimes funny when I stop what of aging has afforded me. Did I realize I am doing with a random memory of how much life was there at that moment something that seems out of nowhere. or was I caught off guard by the lack of It is usually followed up with some youth? Each line has an experience, each comment like “wonder what the dickens blemish and imperfection a memory, each made me think of that”! Some bring dimple a story, each freckle a day. smiles, some a shake of my head, and yet some still give me chills. These memory Time passes so quickly it seems that flashes are my being, my material, my before I realized it, I was that reflection life.
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