I recently signed up to participate in a blogging challenge called “Blogging from A-Z”. Each day, except Sundays, I’m supposed to blog about something that starts with the letter that corresponds to that day of the month.
Anyway, without further ado, I present to you my topic for the day:
A is for Age
There is no way to avoid it. It happens to everyone– everyday we age. Until we die, that is. I often find myself shocked that I’m as “aged” as I am. Not that I’m ancient, mind you. Although, if you’re reading this and you are twenty-one, I suppose forty-four might seem old.
Four days ago I was the tender age of 43 (my birthday was on Sunday), so being 44 is new to me. I’m not sure what a 44 year old woman is supposed to look like or act like, but I know I’m not what I envisioned 44 to be when I was in my twenties. I pictured my forty-something year old self as sophisticated, graceful, and somehow… taller. I’m none of those things.
I still make up silly songs. I still can’t dance. I still laugh when someone talks about the planet Uranus. I still can’t resist fuzzy things. I still have no sense of fashion. And I’m still 5’4″. That’s just who I have always been and probably who I’ll always be.
Age is all in your mind. A while back I concluded that is a true statement. Sure, sometimes my body tries to remind me of my age, but I usually ignore it. Sometimes I look in the mirror and see a new wrinkle here and there. People often tell me I look younger than my age, so I try not to let the wrinkles bother me. When they do start to bother me enough, I have no qualms about getting in line to receive the latest injections available to correct them.
So, what is age? It’s a social construct. A measurement of time. When I was young, it was all about being one year closer to being able to drive, a year closer to be able to move out of my parent’s house, and another year closer to the legal drinking age. Now each birthday is just a day to get gifts, do what I want, to have an excuse to say to my kids, “Get your own lunch. It’s my birthday.”
Age. It may be not be avoidable, but it doesn’t have to be an affliction.