I am not that old, just older….you know, when you are reaching the status of ma’am.” No longer addressed as “miss” by any one but octogenarians.
It’s not that I mind, and luckily I don’t look my age, [and no I am not sharing it with anyone, for now let’s just say that I am in my late 30’s.
Very late 30’s. Laughing.
Lately I have found myself thinking about events and I was wondering at what point in our life we start to realize that eventful moments are from decades ago, and not in the last few years like we fool ourselves with.
First day of school, well maybe high school, it was only a few decades ago. First time you got to drive a vehicle by yourself after getting your licence. First real job, first apartment.
When do you realize that you are getting older, that middle age is not really that far off, and has decided to camp out smack in the middle of your birthday cake. Looming over your ever so slightly, maybe soon to be wrinkling shoulders, because hey, everyone tanned back then.
Does it happen when you finally have to get those bi-focal glasses, since your arms length is no longer enough to make the fine print clear? Does it happen when you start looking at sensible shoes, instead of the sky strappingly high cute little heels that will kill your feet? Does it happen when the not so young guy at the supermarket calls you Ma’am?
Or when you forget what you wanted to tell your blog readers? Where you put the car keys, and what you had for dinner last night. Can I be having a senior’s moment when I haven’t even acknowledged that I might be middle aged?
Not that it’s happening to me, oh no, I am not getting older….am I?
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams