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
12 thoughts on “Growing Old Gracefully”
REALLY?! Oh my, when I met you I guessed you was around 31
All I can say Jimmy is I Love You! You’ve made an old ladies day!
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
Fairly sure they’ve worked out that I have no idea what I’m doing!
There’s nothing graceful about the way you are growing old
Do I need to remind you that you are 6 months older than me?!?!?!
Do I need to remind me you are six months older than me!
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.
It’s a such surreal feeling….always flabbergasted I’m responsible for a little person!
To the best of my knowledge, it’s a fairly universal feeling.
I’ve been expecting that grown up feeling for years but now don’t believe it exists!