Tuesday, March 6, 2018

signs of aging

Of course there are the obvious.

More wrinkles being at the top of the list.

And my hair. It's not as shiny as it used to be.  And while there was a time I could go months between coloring, I really shouldn't put it off for more than three weeks now.

But then there are those other, less visible signs, like:


  • Not wanting to wear three-inch heels and rarely buying any.
  • Enjoying staying home — A LOT!
  • Finding that getting all dressed up, makeup-up and all, is less appealing than it used to be. Jeans, comfortable shoes, and little make-up is much preferred.
  • Worrying  more every time I go to a doctor for a routine check-up that they might find something unexpected and not good.
  • Preferring quiet restaurants to ones with big-scenes and loud music (although really, I think I've always had this preference).
  • Knowing I'll never be pregnant again.
  • Looking at my calendar and being happy when it's empty for the day.
  • Accepting that the apartment I live in now will likely be the last apartment I live in.
  • Buying a piece of furniture and thinking, "This might be the last sofa (table, bed, etc.) I ever buy."
  • Knowing that I'll never get another good, corporate job.
  • Having less tolerance for the people around me who don't make me happy. 
  • Thinking too much about the plastic surgery I'll likely never have (but would love).
  • Loving a piece of clothing but not buying it because it might look like I'm trying too hard to dress young. 
  • Loving a piece of clothing and not buying it because it might make me look too matronly.
  • Going to Butterfields and buying their amazing $11 lunches and having it for dinner.
  • Going to Butterfields and buying their 1/2 price foods that (I think) are just a day old.
  • Never considering a movie that starts at 10 (but then again, I can't remember the last non-screening movie I've been to).
  • Being so happy I splurged on a good mattress a few years back.
  • Resolving myself to the fact that I'll never own my home.
  • Feeling confident that the many good friends I have today I'll still have when I'm 90.

But I know I'm not that old. 

I still eat dinner after seven every night.

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