The optometrist tried to fix my glasses but they still looked pretty bad. I suppose I should have just lived with them that way but instead I tried wearing an older pair of glasses. Unfortunately, because my older glasses are not bifocals, I started getting headaches. I hate headaches.
It had only been about nine months since I last had my eyes examined, but I figured that if I had to get new glasses, I might as well see if I needed a new prescription.
This was about my fourth eye exam when, after going through all that "Which is better, number one or number two?" stuff when you just want to scream "I don't know which is better," the doctor actually told me that my eyes had gotten a little bit better for distance vision. The first time he told me that, I thought, "Wow! That's pretty neat" but then he doused my excitement with cold water by explaining that, for many of us, it is a part of the aging process for your eyes to get better as you age.
Despite it being a reminder of my increasing age, though, it's pretty cool to think about your vision getting better as you get older. There's not a whole lot else to our bodies that improves with age. It would be nice to get better with age, like a fine wine, but I think I am more resembling cheese instead by getting moldy and crusty with age.
There is another side to this though. It's my prayer that, as I get older, my vision will get better in terms of seeing the opportunities God presents me with. I pray also that I will become more mature and less impetuous, that I will care more about others, that my actions will lose my "self," and that I will show more of Jesus' love to those encounter.
I guess that, at the very least, my physical eyesight is better. I can abide in that blessing a bit, but I have to keep working on the other things.