What is old? How do you define it? As I approach another year closer to the dreaded 4-0 I am finding myself wondering this. I used to think 40 was really old. I don’t ‘feel’ old, but what does old feel like anyway? Do eighty year olds feel the same way inside that I do?
I must be kind of old, I do have an almost seventeen year old daughter and have been married eighteen years. I lived through the seventies–but I don’t remember a lot of that decade, mostly because I was too young. I lived through the eighties and I wore big shoulder pads and big hair. I got married in the nineties and that was almost two decades ago.
Little kids think I am old–for example a little guy I watch asked “What did you do before there were cars, like how did you get to school and stuff”. I, of course, reassured him that I was not THAT old and we did have cars when I was his age. My own kids think I am old, but they also think a lot of other things about me that I won’t mention here.
I am starting to think age really is just a number. Maybe the people who say you are as old as you feel, have the right idea. I sure don’t feel 38, but I am sure glad I am not 16 anymore either!
So my question to all of you is “What is old?” and “Will I know it when I get there?” Just wondering…
I think, ahem, that you are as old as dirt. bwah ha ha!!!! hahahahaa!!
Just wait sis…your turn is coming!
I think age is actually determined by maturity level. Some days I’m 12…other days I have to be 55. Sometimes, I’m allowed to be my own 36. And on VERY rare occasions I go out with the girls and we’re all 25 again…without having to worry about getting hit on by strangers…thanks to the bodies our children have graciously bestowed upon us.
When I was making sand castles last week in the rain, I felt about 4 years old. Of course that only lasted until I tried do get up. Then I felt 102.
**Snort!**:)
Years ago I was on a walk with my mother…who was 76. I asked her when someone finally feels “mature” (i.e., “old”). She said, “When I get there, I’ll tell you.”
The other day I was talking to my 24-year-old daughter about technology. She said it surprised her how many of her coworkers who were her age were having a hard time embracing new technology, while an older coworker was very excited.
“She’s like really old, like in her 50s,” my daughter said.
“Excuse me?” I said.
“Oh, I mean, she just looks really old. Oh gosh, you don’t look old Mom. ”
This was on a day when I felt really, really old. I had just finished my story about Sept. 11 and I could remember when Martin Luther King Jr. was killed. I was in grade school, but the memory of the black and white TV news still haunts me.
According to Agatha Christie books, women my age are definitely old. I disagree.
I wear purple now because I love the color not because I’m old.
Wearing purple is a definite sign of being old.