The other day I was at the mall looking for something smashing to wear to a VERY cool, amazing event I’m going to this weekend (of course I found nothing, NOTHING!) and I caught myself saying the following things:
1) “Why is the music so damn loud in here???”
2) “What, is this dress cut for toddlers??”
3) “This needs to be looser”
It used to be the case that these are the phrases that I would only hear when out shopping with my mother– from my mother. But now all of the sudden I am saying them!
THEN I was backing out of my driveway the other day and almost ran over an entire family when I caught the sight of, like, 30 new grey hairs sprouting out of my head. Evil, wiggly things! GAH!
And finally I went to the doctor and was smacked upside the head by the knowledge that I am 1/2″ shorter than I thought (am I shrinking??) and 8 pounds heavier! Could my metabolism be shutting down at 33??? No more mindless hummus and chips???
No, seriously, what is happening? I feel like the aging process went from 0 to 60 in a matter of 6 months and now all I want for my impending birthday is to have a bunch of lasers pointed at my face to help erase all these ridiculous sun spots that are multiplying like friggin’ rabbits despite the SPF 2,500 I wear now. I am pretty sure my mom warned me about this when I was a 16 year old lifeguard slathering on OIL and baking in the sun 8 hours a day. Why didn’t I listen????
It’s so strange to watch yourself change in this way, and I know this is child’s play compared to what’s to come, but you also couldn’t PAY me to be 21 again. No thank you. I was one of those weird people who did not like college and felt kind of lost and tortured in my early 20’s. Although I still feel unsure of a lot of things, time and life has given me a more solid ground to stand on and understanding of myself. I can only assume (and hope) that that only grows with age along with a greater acceptance of one’s self. Like Sally O’Malley. She’s my role model.
This whole recognition of getting older thing just means it’s time to be more diligent about taking care of myself and knowing that confidence and happiness is the best beauty treatment there is (#besideslasers). Because no cream is gonna do it. And fighting it tooth and nail is like trying to staple jello to the ceiling. Pointless. I’m a little less scared of cutting my hair for fear that men only like long hair (I got a man and he better like my hair whichever way) and a little MORE scared of everyone’s health and making sure I do something important and real in this life. It’s a re-balancing of concerns and desires, I suppose.
How about all of you??? Anyone else feeling like they have entered a long term relationship with Father Time?