55 2My friend Lori tells me that she’ll be 50 this year. I am five years older than she is. When I reminded her how old I would be, she said “I want to be the speed limit, too!”  Sigh. No, she doesn’t.  Being 55 sounds “old” to me.  54, for some reason, doesn’t. Maybe I think of 54 as being in my “early 50’s”, and I feel like 55 is edging too close to 60.

I spoke to my Academic Advisor at my new school the other night.  We had our first meeting over the phone.  I know she had all my vital statistics in front of her (including my birthdate) so she knew my age.   Hearing myself say, “I am one of your older students; I’ll be 55” sounded so jarring to me.  I wondered whether she was thinking the same thing I was – “Why are you getting more education at your age?” When we calculated out how long this degree will take and we came out with another three years, I felt a little bummed.  60 is looming closer all the time.

Age usually doesn’t bother me.   I would never do anything like Botox or a face lift.  That’s a waste of money, and I don’t know who they think they are kidding.  Most of the actresses on TV or at the movies who’ve had work done look terrible.  I have never in my life lied about my age. I always tell people how old I am.  I can’t change it. We all get older.

I was fine with 30.  40 was a little harder since you feel like you’re leaving your youth behind.  My fourth decade on the planet kind-of sucked anyway.  It was a decade of goodbye’s for me.  I was good with 50. 50 was freeing in a way.  I’m not sure how I’ll be at 60.  Right now it sounds a little intimidating.

Now as I look in the mirror I see the family “curse” catching up with me.  My older brother used to get carded in his 30’s.  He always had a baby face.  After he reached 50, he suddenly started to age visibly.  He had gray in his hair and lots of crinkles around his eyes.  I’m noticing that my hair salon visits are now closer together. My hair is more gray than brown, and the gray won’t stay hidden.  I’m also noticing all kinds of crinkles around my eyes and they are starting to bracket my mouth, too. I won’t get into what’s happened to my knees.

Next Wednesday when I go to bed, I will be in my early 50’s.  When I wake up on Thursday morning, I’ll be the speed limit.  How did that happen?

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22 thoughts on “Aging

  1. frugoal says:

    Aging is better than the alternative…dying.

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    1. dflorack says:

      That’s true. 😉

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  2. natjtan says:

    I feel the same way about being 34 this year. That’s one year closer to the wrong side of 35. When you’re little you want time to speed up so you’re ‘all grown up’. When you’re ‘all grown up’, you want time to slow down so you can stay young.

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    1. dflorack says:

      We don’t appreciate being young when we have it.

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  3. Donna, I love when you write like this. It is always so heartfelt and relatable. You are beautiful, Dear Friend. You are just growing more so with each passing day!!

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    1. dflorack says:

      Thanks, Skye. It’s funny how it catches up with you. You look in the mirror and think, “holy crap!” Hubby is always asking me who the old guy in the mirror is.

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      1. Awww…he’s your honey, of course. 🙂

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      2. dflorack says:

        That, he is.

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  4. JackieP says:

    Ach, getting old is not for wimps. When I turned 30 I was depressed. I saw my life going by fast and me doing nothing worthwhile. My 40’s were golden years. I loved my 40’s they were freeing and exciting and full of adventurer. I hit 50 and thought, holy crap slow down! So I empathize.

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    1. dflorack says:

      We all get older – we’re all the same in that respect – we can’t stop the aging process. I’m okay with it most days, but lately I can see it it in the mirror and can’t deny it’s happening.

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  5. charlottekoppal says:

    I can’y drive 55!

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  6. charlottekoppal says:

    I can’t drive 55!

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    1. dflorack says:

      Yeah, yours is coming in another year, my dear.

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  7. I will echo that it’s better than not aging………….at least, until they really figure out how to reverse the aging process.

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    1. dflorack says:

      Age does have its privileges, too. You can get away with a lot, and you don’t have to apologize for it. That’s kind-of cool.

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  8. rmudge says:

    I’m weird about my age too. The funny thing is that I always have been. I cried when I turned 13 because I couldn’t be a kid anymore. My mom says that I was born thinking I was old LOL Perhaps you’ll get used to the whole 55 thing and move on to thinking 65 is old instead. 🙂

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    1. dflorack says:

      That’s funny, Robin. I’ve always felt old, too! I say it all the time. I have video of my oldest son at age 3 telling the daycare lady a big secret, “my Mommy is old!” He heard me say it so much he repeated it. She was filming them decorating Christmas cookies. It’s cute.

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  9. digitalgranny says:

    I am 65 and my whole body needs an overhaul. The most important most healthy thing I have learned is to accept me for who I am, and at the age of 65 it all sags and is wrinkled, and I am more content than I have ever been.

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    1. dflorack says:

      I’m still working on acceptance. I’m getting closer all the time.

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  10. sue marquis bishop says:

    Delightful post. It certainly is a transition time isn’t it? Thanks for visiting my blog. Sue
    Womenlivinglifeafter50.com

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