I gave up a bit of my identity a few months back. But I can only admit to now embracing it.
After more than 20 years of wearing contact lenses, I’ve given up. There, I said. Outloud.
I used to be able to see a book held to my nose without wearing glasses, but not any longer.
I tried to make the relationship work. I took them on my vacation with me in August and wore them just about every day.
I did pull the contact lenses out once in the fall to wear to my son’s football game. It was a windy day.
It sealed their fate.
Though I’ve had glasses on my face everyday since, I did put them aside for our family Christmas picture in December.
But this weekend, I did not. During a photo session with my daughter, they remained in place.
Gone are the days of juggling my kids in the morning and trying to get them on without struggles. Gone are the purchases of lubricant and cleaner. And there is quite a bit of freedom found. My sister had that vision-correcting surgery, but I’m took much of a chicken.

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