I don't know about you, but as I've gotten older, time just whizzes on by. How can it already be close to the end of summer?!
I remember what it was like to be young. When problems consisted of wanting to have my favorite toy, and a bit later on, having sleepovers with friends, keeping up with some of the latest fashion trends, wondering if that boy I liked would ever notice me, thinking of other opportunities to add to my college applications, and of course, waiting anxiously to turn a year older...
Now-a-days, I'm old enough to see styles that were big when I was young come back into style. The high-waisted jeans (ick), the crop tops... These days, instead of flocking to the "new" trends and trying them on, often times I pick up a hanger, inspect the item, and think, "What IS this?!" I move the article of clothing around, trying to picture in my head, how it would actually fit on a human form, often times without success.
I look in the mirror, and see subtle changes in my face. Though my complexion is better, I see age lines that weren't there not that long ago. I see silver strands in my hair and am waiting for that tipping point when I will start to dye it so that I can continue to pretend that I'm not as old as I am.
Though, just last week, I was carded, so maybe I can keep pretending a little longer. (Phew!)
By now, I'm sure some of you have seen this:
I'm almost in the middle of this! Agghhh! (Without the kiddos though.)
I'm closing in on one of those "milestone" birthdays and when I think about it, it's surreal. My life may not be where I thought it would be by this time, but I really can't complain. After all, I've got great relationships with friends and family and I live about 3 miles away from the beach in my favorite city!
I remember what it was like to be young. When problems consisted of wanting to have my favorite toy, and a bit later on, having sleepovers with friends, keeping up with some of the latest fashion trends, wondering if that boy I liked would ever notice me, thinking of other opportunities to add to my college applications, and of course, waiting anxiously to turn a year older...
Now-a-days, I'm old enough to see styles that were big when I was young come back into style. The high-waisted jeans (ick), the crop tops... These days, instead of flocking to the "new" trends and trying them on, often times I pick up a hanger, inspect the item, and think, "What IS this?!" I move the article of clothing around, trying to picture in my head, how it would actually fit on a human form, often times without success.
I look in the mirror, and see subtle changes in my face. Though my complexion is better, I see age lines that weren't there not that long ago. I see silver strands in my hair and am waiting for that tipping point when I will start to dye it so that I can continue to pretend that I'm not as old as I am.
Though, just last week, I was carded, so maybe I can keep pretending a little longer. (Phew!)
By now, I'm sure some of you have seen this:
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I'm closing in on one of those "milestone" birthdays and when I think about it, it's surreal. My life may not be where I thought it would be by this time, but I really can't complain. After all, I've got great relationships with friends and family and I live about 3 miles away from the beach in my favorite city!
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| My birthday in 2016 (La Jolla, CA) |
Kim - age is a number, it's a choice root our identity in it. I'd love to take credit for that statement, but one of my favorite Minnesotans said it: Prince.
ReplyDeleteI, too, and feeling the same and, yes, seeing the same. I cannot believe the fashions that were cast away coming back and the subtle cues of age coming into my life.
You should write more. I like reading what you have to share!
Thank you Ali!
DeleteWhile I definitely don't "mentally" feel my age, I'm doing all I can to ensure that I can prolong "physically" feeling my age. :)
Hope to see you soon!