Yesterday, my first full day wearing my new glasses, was a little odd. After all, I've had the previous frames for so long that I don't remember when I got them. The new pair has virtually the same prescription, but the frame is quite different, and I think there's no question that it both fits my face better and is more stylish. Considering that the new glasses have a different "face feel" and different dimensions than the old ones (which means it's a little harder to ignore the frames, which still appear in my peripheral vision), I'm doing pretty well. I was able to power through my usual OCD-ish tendencies ("These feel weird; I don't like them; I can't go through an entire day wearing them") and have started to really get used to my new specs.
When I first picked them up, I thought maybe they had been a waste of money, a silly luxury. But glasses are one of the first things people notice about you when they meet you, and it's nice to be more confident about how mine look. It's true, too, that when you have a pair for as long as I've had the previous one, they come to represent your idea of vision -- they really are like little windows on the world, and if you don't change them up, say, once a decade, a new pair can seem like an intruder. I look forward to the day when I don't think about my new glasses at all, and I think it's coming soon.
