I'm going to be forty and I don't know how I feel about it. Where did my thirties go? Everyone keeps telling me "It's not that bad." "Thirty was worse." Thirty wasn't that bad for me. Granted, I wore a tiara all day while my mom pampared me with a pedicure, hair cut, shopping and lunch. Forty though? Wow. It feels it didn't take me long to get here since highschool. Yet, at the same time my childhood seems like forever ago.
Am I officially old? Am I still young? Where do I stand now. I work with people who have never heard of Soul Asylum (I rocked runaway train in my youth damn it.) My own son did not know how to hang up a landline. He just kept pushing buttons trying to end the call the first time I called him on the house phone!
I hope I find someone that can teach me to appreciate my age, and look forward to the years to come. I don't want to dread the aches and pains I'm starting to feel in my joints. How is age changing me mentally? Am I more open minded or am I more closed minded?
Whatever the answers are I have no choice but to move forward; because that's the direction I'm going.