A monumental thing happened to me this week. You know, one of those moments in life when you do something which turns out to have real significance
For some it could be that all-important promotion that they’ve been working towards.
For others, it could be finding out they’re pregnant. We’re talking about the kind of things that make you realise life is going to be different.
Well, my moment was buying my first tub of anti-wrinkle cream.
Yep, I know what you’re thinking. Why on earth would Cheryl Gibbs need to buy a bottle of anti-ageing cream, as she looks so young!
Or maybe you know me and were actually thinking I should have started the anti-ageing process some time ago.
But when I went to the checkout to purchase said ointment, it was one of those times in life when I was quite literally stopped in my tracks.
All of a sudden it dawned on me that this was the first step in the process of growing up – yuk!
I’m afraid that it’s going to be a downward spiral from here on in.
My reasoning for this is that one day you’re buying an innocent bottle of cream for those ‘crow’s feet’ and the next you’re browsing through a leaflet on Botox treatments.
Trust me dear readers, this is a great cause for concern.
I guess I have to face the harsh reality. I’m not going to get any younger and am actually starting to look my age.
Gone are the days when I needed to carry ID to purchase deodorant, razors and even headache tablets (and no, I’m not kidding).
But what’s worse is how the ageing process seems to have taken on such speed.
It’s not long since I was being mistaken for somebody younger. Now I don’t even get asked for ID to purchase alcohol. What on earth is going on?
Is adulthood so stressful that all of a sudden you rapidly take on 10 years’ worth of ageing, seemingly overnight?
I don’t want to grow up, but the evidence is staring back at me from the mirror. Now, where’s that cream as I need to slap some on quickly.