I still have a full head of hair, but I’ve noticed a few gray hairs.
I take medication on a daily basis, but I don’t need one of those “days of the week” pill containers.
My body aches from doing work around the house, yet I’m arguably in the best shape I’ve been in 10-15 years.
On the other hand …
I haven’t started driving really slow with my right turn signal on forever.
I haven’t hiked my pants up past my belly button.
I haven’t started complaining about the “music the kids are listening to.”
I haven’t had to ask my children how to operate a computer, DVD player or video game system
On the other hand …
I don’t get the appeal of Jersey Shore or the Kardashians
I’ve never seen any of those Twilight movies
I’ve yet to wear black athletic socks with sandals
I’m not planking
Last year I turned 40. Today I turned 41. For whatever reason, I’m more conscious of my age on this birthday. Maybe because I went from a station where I was of the younger people on staff, to a station where I’m one of the “older” people on the team.
That’s the thing – for the longest time, I always felt like I was always one of the “young people”. Now it seems like I’m not one of them anymore. Not that I don’t fit in. Just somehow I passed over that line, where I’m on the other side of the young/old divide in most situations I’m in.
The other day someone said I looked like I could be 35. I thanked them. That’s now a compliment.
When did this happen?
They say (whoever they are) that age is just a number. I used to think that was just something old people said. Now, I kind of get that. Yikes!
