Many thoughts rambling through my noggin today about aging. I hope I don’t bungle this blog post. Feeling a cold or something coming on. So foggy, you guys… Apologies in advance.
My high school/college friends on FB are all turning 39 in quick succession. Yes, it’s true… We, as the class of 92, are on the brink of 40-dom.
Within the next 12 months, we will officially be too old to be a character on that show Thirty-something. Do you guys remember that show? They were always so dreary and depressed or drunk. So old and boring. Could it be that we are older and more boring?
Shut yo’ mouf!
We are taking up new hobbies- running, roller derby, painting, belly dancing…
We have regular exposure to the newest music, the latest trends, new ideas and themes all through the magic of social media.
We can access the latest breakthroughs in wrinkle erasers, hair dye, teeth whiteners, and 24 hr gym memberships.
40 is the new 30. I do believe it. Stop laughing. It’s true.
I begin to feel like this “getting older” gig ain’t so bad after all, Peeps.
Then, I see this AOL article about a grandma in the Guinness Book of World Records for having the tiniest (surgically altered) waistline. She looks like Jessica Rabbit, but with wrinkles. I don’t know why she was so concerned with her mid-section, but didn’t go for botox or a face lift. I don’t get plastic surgery at all, though. Whatevs.
It made me confused. I felt sad for her. And worried.
I was beginning to think this next decade would be a peaceful easing into finally accepting ourselves the way we are. At last, we could be comfortable with our bodies. I mean, we’re 40 something… Shouldn’t we know by know that it’s our souls that matter? Shouldn’t that poor tiny waisted lady have known that way before now?
I dunno, you guys. I’m not saying we should all let ourselves go. Not by any means! But shouldn’t we be more focused on feeling good, being confident and accentuating the positive? Aren’t there more important things in life than our belt size? Am I being hypocritical by endorsing going to the gym and whitening our teeth but looking down my nose at radical plastic surgery?
Growing old, as they say, is a privilege denied to many. We should grasp these middle aged days with both hands and squeeeeeeeeze all the goodness out.
So, if goodness to you is looking like Jessica Rabbit with wrinkles, then, I guess, more power to you. As weirded out as it makes me. 😉