In college, I had my glasses on all the time. I wore glasses to formals, in a cappella performances, on the beach. (I took them off for yoga class, which means I learned virtually blind. It was difficult.) And almost without fail, when I was dressed up but also had glasses on, someone would ask me, "don't you have contacts?"
I'm not afraid of aging. I've been looking forward to my retirement years since I was in my thirties juggling four children and working two, part-time jobs. While others bemoan the toll that aging takes on their bodies and their lifestyle, I'm pouring over travel sites and counting down the days until I can pull out of the driveway in a brand spanking new RV.
Temember that when you are using airtight logic to get what you want, poke a few holes in it to allow this other force to breathe. Allow the magic of the universe to weave its way through the fluid foundation you have built. Remain flexible as to how things are "supposed to" happen. There's something bigger at play.