Post by onomatopoeia on Mar 6, 2014 10:52:47 GMT -5
This year, when I spent 5 whole months thinking I had turned 37 when I had really turned 36. It wasn't until I actually did the math that I realized I had aged myself a whole year in my head. So while I was glad to have "gained" a year of youth, my brain is obviously aging at a fast rate.
Every birthday since 25, when I start thinking about how much closer I am to 30 and mentally freak. I'll be 29 next month, I don't see it going over well.
I'm pretty sure I've felt that way on every birthday since I turned 23. Now I know I was young and silly. I turned 35 last fall and I didn't really feel that way but I think that's because I was doing really fun things - I was really excited for my birthday! But my friend and I were sad the other day when we realized we were officially closer in age to 40 than 30.
When I turned 29, I was bummed that after my next birthday my age would no longer start with a 2. I'll be 31 this summer, I remember thinking the 30s were old. Ha.
Post by thinkofthesoldiers on Mar 6, 2014 10:58:41 GMT -5
It wasn't an actual bday (or number), but when things happened physically. For example, this year my hands physically hurt when they get cold (which happens a lot where I live), and it happens really fast. And gloves don't help a whole lot. I just have had to accept that my hands are going to hurt when I go outside and for a while when I come back in.
Before that, it was my back hurting more. Or not being able to hang until 3 or 4 in the morning and be fine the next day. Stuff like that.
I don't know that I had an "I'm getting older" moment, but I had an "I'm old" moment a couple of years ago when I realized that, no matter how good my hair, makeup, outfit was, there was no way I was passing for anywhere in my 30's any more. I'm 46, and not loving my 40's at all.
A few weeks ago I was at the pub with friends for our usual Thursday night HH. I was in the restroom washing my hands, leaning over to rinse, and noticed that I could see the very top of my cleavage. And it was wrinkly. So, in addition to using my anti-aging products on my face and neck, I now need to use them on my chest.
Its been a running joke between my BFF and I about how when we met when I was 15, I kept saying that I was half way to 30... so each year I get closer to being 60/90/dead etc.
It's been more of a slow realization for me. Like, when the bean asks how old I'll be on my next birthday and I say 43, in my head I'm all WHOA I'm inching closer to 50, I'm freaking OLD.
Also, it was really strange for me this year when DH turned 41. My dad died when he was 41. I always knew he was young when he died, but now that I'm getting closer to that age, and DH IS that age, it really kind of hit me just how young he was.
In a similar way, I'm freaked out by the fact that I'm approaching the age at which my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer- 37. Which is in two years. I think this also contributes to my panic about never having another baby
I agree with TOTS. Birthdays never bother me; I'm like a fine wine, just getting better with age. But I think I'm getting arthritis in my hands and I get some weird twinging sensation in my hip if I move my leg out at an odd angle. I am still loving my thirties, though
I am at a great place in my life but I do not like answering how old I am now that I'm 27. I am looking forward to 30 but it always seemed so far away and now it's not.