Live longer with laugh lines!

Happy Fall everyone! Or Autumn if you prefer. I just love this time of year. Hearty logs stacked for cozy fireplaces. Pumpkins and gourds placed lovingly on the steps. Multicolored leaves swaying from the branches until the first winds of winter gently pull them to the ground. Oh, and candles, lots and lots of candles with delicious aromas of cinnamon spice and everything nice!

Fall is also the time for a LOT of birthdays. Today my son turned two. In November, I will have aged another year, so will have my husband, his sister, my mother, and several of our friends. Don’t get me started on December. Apparently a LOT of people were gettin’ bizz-ay  in February and March. Anyway, being that there are SO many birthdays, one can’t help but dwell on the fact that we are getting older. Every. Single. Day. Is that another laugh line? My god, I need to stop being so happy! Well, don’t do that. In fact, do more of it, laugh lines be damned! Studies show that happy people live up to 35% longer than grouchy-pants. It’s true!

Of course it is my business to help people look and consequently feel their best. And I am honored to be a part of that beauty ritual. From bikini waxing to eyebrow tweezing, I take great pleasure in causing great pain for great skin. Wait. That came out wrong. Anyway my point is this: I’m not going get depressed if I look older than I did yesterday. I won’t fight aging. BUT I will keep up the effort to grow WITH it gracefully. I will enjoy the process and I won’t sweat a wrinkle. Ok I confess, I am inspired by my son today (did I mention it is his birthday?!) so I’m a bit on the bubbly side. He is so young. He is so new. He is amazed by every sight, sound, and breath. He makes me smile all the time. Well, most of the time, let’s be honest. He makes me laugh so hard that I should be the one wearing the Huggies…and I would gladly take all the laugh lines in the world for just one of those giggles. Perspective. But like I said, it’s my son’s birthday and I’m inspired. Tomorrow I’ll start complaining about my graying hair.

But that is tomorrow, Scarlett, tomorrow!


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