Growing Old Gracefully

I was standing at the kitchen sink on Sunday peeling potatoes and carrots for our roast when it hit me….I’m a grown up! I’m 39 years old, married, have a child, run my own company, have a mortgage, own a car, have a private pension plan and most noticeably I’m cooking a roast! So, why don’t I feel like a grown up? On the inside I still feel about 18 or 19 although a wee bit more confident,

Will I ever feel grown up? Is there a ‘switch-like’ mechanism that goes off? Does it happen at 40, 50, 60 or 70? Or will I always feel like this on the inside (if I manage to keep my faculties) and my body will start to fail me? Quite frankly this thought scares the sh*t out of me.

‘The great secret that all old people share is that you really haven’t changed in 70 or 80 years. Your body changes, but you don’t change at all.’
— Doris Lessing

Author: mediocremum

A slightly older mum of one, who drinks far too much red wine and has an unhealthy obsession with her slow cooker. During the day she's an ICT Trainer, Social Media/Online Marketing consultant and does a bit of public speaking. Full Profile on Google+

12 thoughts on “Growing Old Gracefully”

  1. I’m glad its not just me – I’m still waiting to wake up and feel like a grown up. Mostly I’m worried someone is going to work out I have no idea what I’m doing

  2. I 100% know what you mean ~ although I always think of my permanent age as 22. So you’re still younger than I am…ha!

    I sometimes can’t believe I’m helping kids with homework. Signing permission slips. Actually getting the oil changed in my car.

    When did this happen? When did we grow up?

    Never. According to my inner-alarm clock. And my mother.

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