I remember hearing people talk about having “40 eyes” even in my youth. I had no idea what that meant but I heard it enough to know it was a widespread issue.

For me, 40 eyes seemed to be a light switch infirmity. At 39 years and 364 days I was seeing just fine but as soon as the clock turned midnight of my 40th birthday my arms were suddenly too short to hold small print far enough away to view. What an anomaly.

The simplest solution was to go to the dollar store and get multiple pair of readers and place a pair everywhere. That way I don’t ever have to look for them. That theory worked for 12.5 days until I got to the point that I had moved them around enough that they were lost. I no longer could readily grab some when my long arm syndrome hit.

At the eye doctor, I expressed my loathing of glasses so he suggested I try monovision. That is when you wear one contact for closeup vision. The other eye sees far away. Doc said it would take three weeks to adjust. I felt like a cross between Bambi on ice and vertigo on steroids. I persevered for two weeks and gave it up. I could not handle it one more day. Back to the drawing board we go.

Next, I tried contacts to correct my far vision and readers for closeup. In my youth, I was able to wear contacts. Apparently that ability has gone by the wayside as I have aged. This option rapidly became a hard no.

Back to the drawing board we go...again. I was told by my eye doctor that my only option was to wear glasses. Having tried for 10 years to avoid glasses, I gave in. I got some glasses. I told my husband that if I had to wear glasses, I was going to get several pair so I could use them as a fashion statement. For this to become affordable I recommend or

I suppose some people accept their eyesight fate better than I have. I have walked this path kicking and screaming all the way. I could age gracefully and accept the annoying infirmities with gladness in my heart. I could be grateful that I have been gifted another day to live a life of purpose. Sometimes I prefer to age like elephants on parade. Today, the elephants wear glasses.

Best Days are Made, Jennifer Anglin,

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