oh no, glasses

It has finally happened. I didn't quite get to 50 years old and I'm having to wear glasses for reading and screen work as my eyes have finally given in to the onslaught of endless hours of email and teams meetings.

To be honest, I've known it was coming for a long time. I've actually owned the glasses I'm now wearing for 18 months. They have followed me around, reminding me whenever I've opened my bag that the inevitable descent into old age will come soon enough.

How do I feel about it? As you can tell, not overly ecstatic about the whole thing. It feels a bit like one of those big birthdays, or getting your annual pension statement. It is good to be alive, but being reminded the body that carries me about is beginning to have minor 'issues' isn't exactly heartwarming.

In good news, my wife thinks I look good in them (need all the help I can get) and I'm amazed how clear computer screens are. I'm already reading more too - I was put off by the fuzzy text.