Seeing Clearly: My Experience with Mozaer Reading Glasses
Seeing Clearly: My Experience with Mozaer Reading Glasses Seeing Clearly: My Experience with Mozaer Reading Glasses Last Thursday, I found myself squinting at the menu in my favorite dimly lit Italian restaurant, acutely aware of my 48 years. My arms simply weren't long enough anymore to bring the text into focus, and I must have looked rather silly. That was the moment I knew it was time—time to finally admit I needed reading glasses. The trouble was, I've always hated shopping for them. It feels like such a chore, and the inexpensive pairs from the drugstore inevitably give me a headache. For years, I put it off. I convinced myself it was just poor lighting, or a tricky font, or that I merely needed to hold things a bit farther away. But the reality was impossible to ignore: my eyesight was changing, and reading had become a genuine struggle. Emails would blur, the words in books seemed to swim on the page, and threading a needle was compl...