Elf Mommy
Well-Known Member
From what I've heard, there comes an age in a woman's life (maybe a man's as well, but I haven't heard that as much), that she "feels" her age. My sister's big birthday was 30. When she turned 30, she really felt, old. 30 came and went for me and I still felt nothing. Next Friday I turn 37...and for some reason, it's getting to me. I don't know why.
So, I was wondering if anyone has had that moment. Any tips on how to get through it? I know life won't change dramatically on Friday. Everything just goes on. But...sigh...I guess I just feel like I'll be grouped in with a different set of people now for the rest of my life.
For the most part, that's a good thing. I actually have preferred hanging out with the older people who work at my school anyway. I just never felt like I was one of the young hip crowd. (OK, there was one year that I did...but it was short-lived.)
I've looked young for most of my life. I've always been carded and my last group of coworkers was shocked when I told them how old I am. Now, though...because of my accident (broken leg, wheelchair, crutches, now hobbling like a little old lady), I've gained some weight and haven't covered the grey in my hair (my grandfather was completely white at age 17, and I started going grey at 21...but have covered it up for years...now I'm pretty salt and peppery around the temples and shimmers throughout the rest of my hair), so I know I look older. I definitely FEEL older.
And...well, that's my rant. I'm becoming old, crotchety and intolerant of ignorance and poor grammar (er...that has to be the teacher in me).
And you?
Minda
So, I was wondering if anyone has had that moment. Any tips on how to get through it? I know life won't change dramatically on Friday. Everything just goes on. But...sigh...I guess I just feel like I'll be grouped in with a different set of people now for the rest of my life.
For the most part, that's a good thing. I actually have preferred hanging out with the older people who work at my school anyway. I just never felt like I was one of the young hip crowd. (OK, there was one year that I did...but it was short-lived.)
I've looked young for most of my life. I've always been carded and my last group of coworkers was shocked when I told them how old I am. Now, though...because of my accident (broken leg, wheelchair, crutches, now hobbling like a little old lady), I've gained some weight and haven't covered the grey in my hair (my grandfather was completely white at age 17, and I started going grey at 21...but have covered it up for years...now I'm pretty salt and peppery around the temples and shimmers throughout the rest of my hair), so I know I look older. I definitely FEEL older.
And...well, that's my rant. I'm becoming old, crotchety and intolerant of ignorance and poor grammar (er...that has to be the teacher in me).
And you?
Minda