A wild haired woman stares back at me from the mirror. I wonder what happened to that girl who cared so much about looking good. Now older I look and feel a ” OH WHATEVER!” come over me. No one to impress. My hair is a mess. My thighs are chubby. I have a gut. I like carbs..ok! I fight for self time and rarely win. I feel selfish when I succeed. So what am I suppose to do about this need for something more….in the mean time I guess I will just live with the in-between.