Just Like Gandalf
The light over the mirror in the cloak room at Wagamama was brighter than I'm used to- and it showed me that I'm no longer greying about the temples but white. I've transitioned- just like Gandalf. Hooray.
But the inner self doesn't think of itself as old. Later in the day I was at the doctor's to pick up a prescription. The rules in place to stop us catching the sniffles allow only one person at a time at the reception desk so we were queuing outside in the drizzle- and I was looking at the people behind me and thinking, "It can't be healthy for these poor old dears to be standing about in this weather- perhaps I should step aside and let them go first...."
But the inner self doesn't think of itself as old. Later in the day I was at the doctor's to pick up a prescription. The rules in place to stop us catching the sniffles allow only one person at a time at the reception desk so we were queuing outside in the drizzle- and I was looking at the people behind me and thinking, "It can't be healthy for these poor old dears to be standing about in this weather- perhaps I should step aside and let them go first...."
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You never told us! :o)
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Not that kind of transition- just a wizardly upgrade!
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Albus Anthony. :)
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I think this is normal. The essential self is ageless- and is therefore going to picture itself as it was at its physical peak- which will be some time after adolescence and before the onset of middle age.