The Final, Final Face Entry

It has now been a year since I underwent surgery for a facelift. Strange as it may seem, I don't even think about it any more.  I'm aging normally, including my face--though when I see others my age, they appear to be older than me. This has a strange effect; I am more engaged in life than I think I would have been if I didn't have the surgery. Before the lift, I was feeling as if it were time to settle down, settle for less--settle in general. That's easy to do in this society where age 40 is considered out-of-it by employers and the public. After, I felt more confident, though I still looked (definitely) over 40. Perhaps it's all psychological, but there was a transformation, of more than just appearances.