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Had a great day at a rollercoaster park with my BFF today!
It was like 93 and sunny. We lasted longer than I'd dare hope. Rode lots of roller coasters and smaller rides, one water ride, and we saw a crappy IMAX movie.
I liberally applied and re-applied sunscreen but I have a few pink sections on my shoulders.
As fun as it was, I am tired. I'm waiting for 8:45 to arrive so I can go to bed. Remember, I get up at 4:40 most days. Really.
Oh, and wait! I had a liberating moment today, having to do with my physical appearance. I have thin, curly hair and pale skin. When it's this hot and humid, I can't wear make-up as it's just going to run off my face and I need to keep the sunscreen on. I put my mop of hair behind a headband and hoped for the best. There were plenty of teenage beauties there, but for one of the first times in my life, I didn't care that I'm not pretty. I'm a middle-aged woman whose looks have never been above average, and I'm basically okay with that now. And besides, no one looks at me anyway. Given my age and appearance, I'm invisible in this society.
Okay, I don't know if that realization was liberating or depressing. Maybe both. Nice to not worry about my looks, kinda sad to be invisible though.
It was like 93 and sunny. We lasted longer than I'd dare hope. Rode lots of roller coasters and smaller rides, one water ride, and we saw a crappy IMAX movie.
I liberally applied and re-applied sunscreen but I have a few pink sections on my shoulders.
As fun as it was, I am tired. I'm waiting for 8:45 to arrive so I can go to bed. Remember, I get up at 4:40 most days. Really.
Oh, and wait! I had a liberating moment today, having to do with my physical appearance. I have thin, curly hair and pale skin. When it's this hot and humid, I can't wear make-up as it's just going to run off my face and I need to keep the sunscreen on. I put my mop of hair behind a headband and hoped for the best. There were plenty of teenage beauties there, but for one of the first times in my life, I didn't care that I'm not pretty. I'm a middle-aged woman whose looks have never been above average, and I'm basically okay with that now. And besides, no one looks at me anyway. Given my age and appearance, I'm invisible in this society.
Okay, I don't know if that realization was liberating or depressing. Maybe both. Nice to not worry about my looks, kinda sad to be invisible though.
