the numbers game
I turned 39 a little while ago, and it was cause for celebration, because I keep thinking I'm in my 40s, and this was a reminder that I'm not quite there yet. It was not unlike last year, when I learned to my great delight that I was not, in fact, 38 going on 39, but 37 going on 38. It was like daylight savings, except instead of an hour, I got a whole extra year!Actually, I'm kind of looking forward to 40. Clearly I don't have to worry about my memory going, since I don't seem to have one, and thanks to long-term back problems and ms, I'm used to feeling decrepit. Sure the added wrinkles are freaking me out a little bit, but the rewards of aging far outweigh the loss of elasticity.
Turning 30 was a great, because along with the big three-oh came more confidence in myself than I ever felt in my twenties, And now as I approach 40, I feel like I'm much better at recognizing what's important and what's bu!!$#*t. I can't wait to find out what added bonus 50 brings!
A friend of mine once told me a story about an old man. He said, "When I was young, I thought a tree was just a tree and a rock was just a rock. Then I got a little older and and saw that a tree was much more than just a tree, and a rock was much more than just a rock. Now I am older still, and I know that a tree is just a tree, and a rock is just a rock."
I feel like I know what that dude was talking about.
posted by judybat at 12:18 AM
4 Comments:
Wonderful! I feel the same way as you do about aging, but with less sophistication.
I remember a conversation we had ages ago outside your apartment in Glen Lennox. For some reason I was mentioning my age, and I said some number, and you scrunched up your forehead and said, "you're not XX!". And then I thought about it and realized that I was off by about four years. I was happy in that moment to be unaware of my age.
More often, though, I'm happy to have living in whatever year I happen to be in.
Happy recent birthday to you! Turning 40 was lovely fun for me. If only because it motivated me to do a couple of things that I had needed to do for years. One of those, "crap, I can't let myself be 40 and still have _____ undone..." Getting those things done made me very happy.
I always thought that, at 40, I'd feel kinda codgerly. Actually, I feel pretty spry, except for the mental decline implied by my total inability to remember the birthdays of people in a certain household in Portland AAACK AAAACK AAAAAAACK
Delurking to say happy bday! Chance turned 40 on 3/36 (he celebrated by buying 1st-ever bifocals), mine's on 11/20 (maybe I'll mark the event by finally losing baby- and post-baby weight? Nahhh). Completely agree w/your statement about seeing/seeing through the bull$$$t. 50 scares me (actuarial tables, menopause, etc) but 60 sounds grand grand grand.
"Turning 30 was a great, because along with the big three-oh came more confidence in myself than I ever felt in my twenties, And now as I approach 40, I feel like I'm much better at recognizing what's important and what's bu!!$#*t. I can't wait to find out what added bonus 50 brings!"
I forgot to say "amen" to this, before. Amen!
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