I Know I am Getting Old Because…..

Lately, I am recognizing my age as a “50-something” woman. It’s okay. My husband is recognizing his, right along with me. These are the things that make me/us think that we are getting old:

  • This winter was long and cold. We started saying in January that we were ready for it to be over, already! Hawaii or Florida, anyone????
  • I am planning an escape for next February because I just can’t stand to think of another long gray, dark month! Maybe Arizona????
  • I just found out that Hamilton, The Musical had rap and hip-hop music in it! (Really? My thoughts were – no wonder it’s so popular!) Personally, I’ll take State Fair, The King and I, and The Sound of Music, any day.  Don’t get me wrong – I love all kinds of music and I love history.  I’m sure I’ll love Hamilton when I see it (someday).  I was just stuck in the groove of the traditional musical. Being “stuck” is a sign of age, don’t ya know?!
  • My contacts don’t seem to be cutting it anymore. By evening, I am wearing my glasses to see as clearly as possible.
  • I ache! Oh, how I ache. Name a body part and I’ll tell you how it hurts!
  • I hurt for no reason – except that I move. And, I keep moving.
  • Both my husband and I are starting to wake up earlier and earlier!                              4:30 a.m., anyone?!
  • My handwriting has become poor! It looks like chicken scratches! When I recently served as a judge for National History Day and had to write comments, I ended up hoping the student could read my cursive.
  • Being happy is better than having a clean house! (Okay, I’ll admit my house is pretty clean.) But, still, I no longer rush around cleaning like a madwoman. I mean who really cares if I have spotless countertops or not?
  • I don’t get some of the jokes with references to pop stars anymore. It doesn’t matter whether one of my teens is telling the joke or whether it’s a commercial on T.V.; I just don’t get it! Fortunately, this just happens sometimes, right now. I’m sure it will get worse.
  • We are mistaking domestic animals for wild animals! (Really! Read my post about the Cougar in the Coulee if you don’t believe me!)
  • I have serving plates that are older than our marriage! Seriously!
  • Fortunately, I got rid of all the towels that were older than the serving plates! And, we’ve been married a long time!
  • I cannot recall all the names of my teachers in grade school….I get to 7th and 8th grade and am stumped on a few! I suppose that isn’t too bad.
  • I can talk to almost anyone, anywhere, about anything!
  • Young adults (fortunately my own kids aren’t included here) think I don’t know anything and easily dismiss any contributions I might make. The trouble is, they don’t even want to know what experience I have – and, I have lots!  This particularly applies to the uppity young PhD student I met last week. Who needs it?

Yes, unfortunately, I recognize that I am getting older. And, wiser. But, sometimes I’d like to know what I know now but have my 25-year-old body back! Hey – there’s always wishful thinking!  Fantasy never gets old!

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  1. I turned 50 in February and I embrace it. I use my age, and old references to humor my students. I do identify with some of your changes but, I am not sure 4:30 am is in my near future…

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    1. LOL. Yes. I might awaken at 4:30 am but I have not yet gotten up at that time. Unfortunately, it is usually close to 6 when I get back to sleep….maybe it’s more like an insomnia than a “need” to arise at that untenable hour! Thanks for your comments! 🙂

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  2. Now I feel positively ancient at 60 something years old! Luckily I’m still sleeping in (just wake up too many times during the night). I identify with many of the things in your humorous piece – I do need to look through my towel collection, ha, ha. The part about young people who don’t take you seriously, super annoying, but it’s their loss.

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    1. Thanks for all your comments! I’m glad you could relate. The old towel thing relates back to my parents…we’d go to visit and the towels were threadbare (from my childhood or earlier). I promised myself I’d never have towels hanging around like those! Thanks for stopping by!

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  3. I can relate, oh can I relate, especially about the aches, for no flippin’ reason!

    >This particularly applies to the uppity young PhD student I met last week.<

    Those dang uppity PhD students! 🙂

    This post made me smile and giggle, yet, it's a reality for so many of us!

    Thank you for sharing with us!

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