Every year one day comes around that I look forward to almost more than any other. I could let you guess, but we might still be sitting here by the time it rolls around next year. I'll just save us both the headache and tell you...it's my visit to the eye doctor! I know, I know, you never would've guessed!
Two years ago, I was told I had to get glasses for the first time in my life. I almost hugged my optometrist! After years and years of waiting and begging, I was finally being invited (coerced) into the exclusive society known as "glasses wearers." To say I was ecstactic would be somewhat of an understatement. As I sat there, trying on all the different frames being brought to me, I saw a world of possibilities in front of me. I could be sophisticated chic, fashionably cool, or anything else I wanted! Seeing myself in glasses brought back memories of begging to have glasses as a child. I don't know why I always wanted to wear glasses so badly, but I have. In elementary school, I asked my aunt (who works in the optometrist's office - still does to this day) whether I could get glasses. After explaining that I didn't need them, she went to a drawer, pulled out a pair of former season's frames that would otherwise be discarded, and handed them to me. I proudly put them on my face, carefully slipping them over my ears and on top of the bridge of my nose. Then I looked in the mirror and smiled a wide, toothy grin from ear to ear. I was on top of the world! Through the years there are other examples of my desperation to be invited into this exclusive club, but always my efforts were futile.
But I am now officially part of this club! Some days the need for glasses becomes a hindrance. For example, walking to the gym without my glasses being unable to recognize any faces coming at me; or driving down the road, suddenly realizing I forgot my glasses at home and that is why everything is so fuzzy. But truth be told, none of these pitfalls outweigh my excitement over having glasses. After my appointment was scheduled for this year, I started to give contacts some thought. I decided I could wear contacts some days and glasses others, depending on how I felt. This consideration has since been discarded! Last Sunday, a lady at the Aveda store was putting make up under my eyes, and I could hardly keep them open as her brush came up to my eye lids. It's obvious I can't handle my eyes being touched! So now, I am awake with anticipation with what tomorrow will bring. What new frames will they have in? What frames will I choose? What will they say about me and my personality? One thing I know for sure: I will pick frames that I truly like. Before I look at the price tag to see how much of the cost my insurance will cover, I will first ask myself whether I actually like the frame! After all, life is too short to have ugly glasses!