I think I'm getting to that stage of life I've been hearing about that is a bonus of aging. I'm beginning, just beginning, to not care what other people think.
I don't belong to a gym because I don't feel comfortable exercising with a group of people, so I workout at home. I must have a sensitive system of some kind because any time I do cardio my face gets beet red and stays that way for hours! Oh, maybe not hours, but it feels that way. I can be feeling perfectly fine and calm but my face looks like I'm still Zumba-ing my way across the floor. Eeesh.
Normally, if someone knocks at the door while I'm exercising I won't open it. 1) I want to keep my stamina and 2) I don't want them to see me in my exercise gear with my sweaty, beet red face. But today, that changed. Here I was, moving and lunging and swearing - oh, I mean, sweating - when I heard a knock. I let it go by, then I heard the door knocker. Now, this would mean I have a package that needs a signature, and that would most likely be our wine delivery. Hey! I better get this!
Did I answer the door in my exercise wear with my sweaty, beet red face because I'm maturing and not caring what others think of what they see? Or, did I answer the door because it was a wine delivery? Hmmm... I prefer to think of it as a mix of both, and I'll congratulate myself on moving on up.
Would you have answered the door? Have you opened your front door while wearing something not very flattering?