As I inch closer to 51, I’ve found that a few things seem different (some I won’t mention here!). Here’s my top 20 things that prove to me, that I’m getting old(er), but loving it!!!):
The twinkle in my eye is only the reflection of my bifocals.
My old clothes (from college) are back in style and my daughter thinks they are cool.
I’ve finally got my head together (sort of) and now my body is falling apart.
I am getting too many gray hairs to pluck.
70 sounds young.
I actually look forward to a dull evening, day or hour.
My kids tell me I keep repeating the same story about the price of gas when I was growing up.
My worst enemy is now gravity.
People in my office were born after I got out of college.
I don’t even remember how I became “over the hill.”
I’ve given up all (most) of my bad habits and it still doesn’t help.
I’ve added a bad habit and it does help.
I don’t even recall the last time I laid on the floor to watch a movie.
My kids are no longer shocked when, at 9:00, I say, “I’m going to bed.”
I listen to the 40’s station and my son says to me, “That reminds me how old you are that you like to listen to that music.”
A kid that I babysat as a baby is now playing in the big leagues.
I watch the weather channel – and like it.
I seem to have more patience but maybe it’s that I don’t care anymore!
I’m shopping for long-term care insurance.
I can recall the name of my second grade teacher but I can’t remember why I’m standing at the open refrigerator door.
A late night for me is now 11:00 p.m.
Since 50 is over the hill, I assume turning 51 and beyond is sliding down hill, making the descent easier and more fun! Now, since this oldster just slept through an alarm (which she actually set for p.m. rather than a.m.!), she’s going to get her sorry a*** out for a run so she can keep a bit of her youthful self!
Have a fantastic day!
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