A New Look

I think I must have tried on and discarded about a dozen outfits today before it dawned on me that what I really wanted was a new face.

Not that there's anything in particular wrong with the old one. I'm not crazy about the slightly crooked nose, or the chip in the front tooth, or the lines that life has etched around the eyes and mouth, or the softening around the jaw... But it's a face I've lived with all my life, and I'm rather fond of it.

Sometimes, though, I think it would be nice to not be me for a little while. Sometimes I think it might be good if I could take a different face out of the closet, and try it on for size. I wonder what it would be like to look in the mirror from someone else's eyes?

Would all of the inside stuff stay the same, or would the packaging somehow alter the contents? Would I like being someone other than me, or would I miss me? Would I try on a dozen new faces, like I do my clothes, and end up standing discontentedly in front of the closet with eyes and ears and noses scattered among the rejected shoes?

I found a jacket hiding on a hanger that I don't wear very often, and put it on this morning. It goes pretty well with my same old face.