How I know I’m getting older

  • I now panic less about losing weight and just approach it with benign resignation
  • I find myself voluntarily listening to and watching gardening programs. I’ve even been known to jot.things.down.
  • I now have a football team I follow with about as much dedication as a woman with four boys can muster. (Carn the Blues – and if you really want to know why this game is awesome watch the video on that page titled Andrew Walker’s mark. It is SPECTACULAR.)
  • There are things I will happily spend meticulous time on (removing pith off mandarins for marmalade for example) and others I no longer bother with (cleaning, ironing, dusting), guilt free.
  • I can vividly picture my life once my children have grown.
  • I have stopped most of the ‘I wish I had’s and ‘I should have’s and am now moving into the ‘what the hell, let’s give it a go’s. It’s far more enjoyable and exhilarating.
  • I know who my true friends are and can count them on two hands.
  • I worry – a lot – about my parents ageing.
  • While I still worry far too much about what others think of me I know who I am and like (most) of it.
  • Actors and singers who I loved (and lusted no doubt) over as a teenager are now old and I realise the passage of time shows on all (regardless of a surgeon’s hand). It confirms the age-old adage that all that really does matter is what’s on the inside.
  • My toes hurt. It is, apparently, the early stages of arthritis. I put this down to the accelerated aging they have mapped in mothers of children with disabilities (aging 7 times faster than the rest of their age group).
  •  I’m nowhere near as impatient or panicky about my life and where I’m at. Sometimes letting go is the best path to take. Am I where I’d thought I’d be at this age? Absolutely not. But that’s OK. We’ll get there.
  • The pelvic floor.
  • I have grey hairs. I’m embracing them, thereby acknowledging my long-standing inability to get my hair coloured in a regular and timely manner. I like them.
  • The ones that appear in my eyebrows on the other hand…
  • The hairs on the chin.
  • I have met specialists and medicos who are infants.
  • I can’t be bothered to get too worked up about politics any more. What goes around comes around.*
  • I only want to work for myself.
  • The painful ovulation.
  • The realisation that the music of the 80s really is as awesome as you thought it was in the 80s.

 

Onward!

 

*that is a complete and utter lie. Do NOT get me started.