Lately I have been feeling older. I guess 35 isn’t old, but it isn’t young – is it middle age? I’m not sure, but here are a few signs that I am getting older:
- I caught myself tutting and rolling my eyes when I saw a local high school girl’s (field) hockey team doing their practice session, mid-afternoon with a huge speaker blasting rave music (do they still call it that? maybe it was dance, I don’t know … ) across the field, and none of the girls had matching kit! “In my day” everyone went to practice in their school uniform kit, and there was not a speaker blasting music. After I thought about it a bit I realised, there really is no harm in the music, maybe it makes the girls enjoy themselves more, and so what if they don’t all have the same kit, the kit they were wearing was respectable, practical and fun. When did I become such a fuddy-duddy?
- I recently bought a pair of 3/4 length jeans that had rips in them. NOT great big holes over each thigh and bum cheek, just a few cheese grater scrapes and maybe one little slit. After wearing them a few times, I am now so tired of a number of the people we socialize with (who are mostly already older than me by at least 5-10 years) asking things like: “Why are you wearing ripped jeans? Can’t you afford to get a decent pair of jeans?” – said in jest, but a few too many times now. I think I must just get rid of them. I can’t be bothered defending a ‘fashion’ that I don’t totally buy into, when in fact I only bought them because they fit me nicely around my bum!
- Kristin McCarthy wrote a post on her blog ‘Four Princesses and the Cheese’ called “Popular Songs That Can Just Die Now” which I LOVED! I really don’t even want to hear the lyrics of MOST songs in the charts anymore. I actually cringe when my kids sing along because what they are saying is disgusting and totally inappropriate! What happened Taylor – does nice not sell as much as dirty? Obviously not. Thank goodness the girls have no idea what they’re saying half the time and don’t always hear the right thing either, or else I’d be getting some questionable looks off people when they sing “I’m in love with the shape of you, your push and pull like a magnet too … ” – Thanks Ed.
- There are other obvious physical signs too: never mind the aching joints, inability to get up off the floor gracefully, but the tiny little frown line my wedding make-up artist covered up with a little powder on our wedding day is now uncover-able! I really don’t want to point fingers at my husband or the kids … but the crater speaks for itself!
On the plus side:
- My ability to spot bullsh*t a mile away is quite good these days. I’m not such an impressionable, gullible, trusting little princess anymore.
- I tend to get very annoyed lately, mostly when people dismiss me or underestimate my intelligence. That usually happens when someone sees me as some dumb baby-brained Stay-at-home House-wife with no career of my own. I enjoy making sure they don’t do it again (especially small town lawyers and medical insurance brokers – just saying), whereas ten years ago I may have let them persuade me that I am an unworthy silly woman. I think my husband enjoys that too. lol
- I guess the best sign of getting older is that finally, at the age of 35, I just don’t care what other people think of me. I don’t care if they judge my looks, my hair, my life, my car, or more fundamentally important issues like my political opinions, my kids, my life choices, my decisions, or my lifestyle. None of it.
I’m turning 36 this year. I’m still young, with a lot of miles still to travel, lots of lessons still to learn, but with age has come a certain amount of self-confidence that I Love!
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