Two days ago I hit the "half way to 90" birthday. I don't think of my self as being that old, but my birth date doesn't lie. I always thought people my age were grown up and mature. I don't feel that way, are you sure I'm Ahem! years old? It was ok when my husband turned Ahem! years old because he is older then me (by 9 mos.) and it was ok when my brother-in-law turned Ahem! years old because he too is older than I. I am just having a hard time dealing with me being Ahem! years old. I've had several people tell me "Oh but you don't look that old" but sometimes just knowing that I am Ahem! makes me feel old. My heart and my mind are still young - even teenage sometimes but then reality hits and bam! I'm Ahem! again. Next year when I'm Ahem! +1, I will be fine and won't have that feeling again until the next milestone birthday - You know . . . the half way to 100 birthday.
i just had a thought . . . and no it didn't hurt too much.
Maybe this is all tied to the whole mortality thing. People in my familiy generally live into 80's and 90's and I am realizing that I am half way through my life. It's been a good half so far and maybe I just need to look forward to the next half being as fun, exciting, challenging and thrilling as the last half has been. Hmmm, I do have good thoughts every now and then!
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