Double Digit Birthdays
No, not just birthdays with two numbers, I’m talking birthdays with the SAME two numbers. Like, say, 44.
I’ve always liked patterns in numbers. Like when the clock reads, “12:34,” or “3:33.” I don’t know why, but this gives me satisfaction. So, turning 44 last week pleased me . . . numerically.
And, in honor of double digits, I thought I’d share a few things I’ve learned about aging since I was 33.
- Somewhere in the mid-30s, you stop noticing that you’re aging, but the people around you–man–what happened to them?!?
- As you approach middle age, children begin to grow up at the speed of light. A ran into a friend I could swear I saw a year or so ago and his oldest (a mere toddler in my mind) is in COLLEGE.
- You realize if you haven’t lost the belly bulge by now, you’re just not going to. And hey, if you stand like this, it’s not even that noticeable.
- There’s always someone “er” than you. Older, younger, fatter, thinner, richer, poorer, smarter . . . you get the idea.
- Nothing of interest happens after about nine or ten in the evening. And if it does, you aren’t that interested.
- You wonder what kind of lunatic you were for ever refusing to take naps.
- You no longer care how old your friends are. Remember high school? You’d meet someone new and ask their age within the first five minutes. It was SO important.
- You find yourself volunteering your age in hopes someone will say, “No way! Really?”
- No one within a decade of your age is any good at guessing anyone else’s age and yet, you love it when they’re amazed at how old you are.
- You realize your grandmother was right. The older you get, the faster time passes.
So how about you? What have you learned as the double digits creep on by?