Friday, October 05, 2007
Quite frankly when I was 30 I saw myself being one of those baby boomers who went to aerobics class, ran with my dog, wore high heels and still had mostly brunette hair-naturally-when I found myself double that particular age.
Truth is, life has laughed at me. I had to give up dance and aerobic classes around 32 (sciatica). Running went to power-walking by age 40 (rheumatoid arthritis). at 49, a broken foot and nerve damage made me switch from power-walking to just trying to get in some form of walking without loosing my balance.
I haven't been able to wear high heels since, oh 1992. As for the hair, well honestly, I probably have more brunette than gray. But I don't know. You see, by the time I'm at the end of month 3 of the last home dye job, I race to the drug store and buy a new box of Garnier Nutrisse's chocolate peanut before it gets any worse.
Well at least I'm still a size 4.
These feelings aren't just in my head-this I'm certain of. A high school friend lamented "isn't getting old hard enough without receiving an invitation from AARP?"
Yes, yes and double yes!
He then informed me that I'd be getting my invite next since he's but a mere 4 weeks older than me.
I have become more mellow with age. Things that would have had me seething at 35, now just get a miffed-looking shrug. Most notably: plates left in the sink when the dishwasher's empty and towels left on the floor of the bathroom.
Of course other things that never bothered me before, really "get my goat" now.
Folding a load of towels and leaving them "resting" on top of the linen closet instead of putting them away. A particular 23-year-old who repeatedly finishes the pitcher of crystal lite and then puts it back into the refrigerator EMPTY.
Some things I like about getting older: grandkids and um, uh, hmmmm.
Okay, right now I'm at a complete loss for other good things. There must be a few more. Someone out there-quick, help me out and add to the list of positives.