Good Bye Adorable Clutches

And on this day, God said "let her wear glasses!".  At least that's what it feels like.  I've had 20/20 vision since birth.  Unlike Rocky Balboa, I have the eyes of a beagle...uhhhhh...eagle.  The eyes of an eagle!  Until now.  This is a moment marked in time, for I can no longer pull off a small clutch purse when I go out.  Nope.  Uh, uh.  Why?  Because my phone, make up pouch, wallet, extra large pill caddie with plethora of vitamins/pain relievers/allergy meds, sunglasses AND eye glasses do not fit in any of my cute &/or fancy clutches.  Sum'bitch.  I'm now the middle aged woman toting a purse with wheels.  Ok, so that makes it luggage.  Phfffft.    I haven't decided what I'll do with all my fantastic clutches and evening purses yet.  I'm not ready to give them away.  All I know is I absolutely can not get away with a little purse anymore.  What a kick in the teeth.  First the metabolism goes, then my eyes.  Oh...heeeeeyyyyy...maybe that's a gift from God and I should be happy?!  Maybe he doesn't want me to see how my weight has shifted and my shape has changed?  How my clothes fit a little different?  Maybe he doesn't want me fixating on every crease, wrinkle or line I've acquired as I age?  What a merciful God!  He's given me a permanent SnapChat filter on my eyes.  Maybe I don't need to see everything in crystal clear HD quality after all?  Me and my roller luggage...uhhhhh...purse...I mean purse!  Me and my purse are gonna be just fine.  It is to be what it will be.