Age 46 is literally around the corner. Like, a 15 day corner.
I’m just not feeling it though. Not “I can’t handle turning 46.” I’m truly not feeling 46.
Ok, ok, let’s be honest here. Physically, I’m there at 46 if not and some. I had to ask my husband to borrow his grocery store reading glasses yesterday to read because I couldn’t hold the book at an appropriate distance to see the words correctly, and I couldn’t find my grocery store reading glasses. My hands feel like there is fire in my knuckles at times when my arthritis flares up. And one of my kids told me my butt is flat two days ago. Um, no it’s not. That one I can’t handle. I’m not going down like that.
Mentally and emotionally though? I don’t feel old. I know I’m not O-L-D, but I’m certainly old in younger circles opinions. I was at work the other day at one of my care homes, and on the TV was on an old black and white movie. The men were commenting on how a woman had gone down hill, and just let herself go, ‘but she was 45′ was the explanation the men gave. Sigh.
Not feeling the 46 years in ways such as going to more concerts this summer than I have in the last 10 years combined. I feel young and free at concerts. I LOVE the loud music. Grant it, one of the concerts will be Huey Lewis and the News, I won’t be rocking out, but I will be singing every word. I’m balancing that show out with others where I will clearly be in the top 2% of the oldest people there by far. Don’t care. Don’t throw off my groove man.
I just signed up for a teaching credential 2 year college degree program last week. My family witnessed me running around the house, laughing and happy singing “I’m going to college!” I’m definitely not feeling my oncoming 46th year when I’m returning to college. This is when I don’t feel old, because I feel like I still have a lot to give. I’m not done yet.
Two years ago, I wrote The older I get…the more free I feel. I vowed to make the rest of my life the best of my life. I’ve been thrown some serious curve balls, and things haven’t gone quite as smoothly as planned since then, but always working on it.
My friends and I, while in the trenches of babies and toddlers, used to comment on how hard things were. At that time, we also recognized that as hard as baby and toddler mom life was, teenager mom life would be a different kind of hard and tired. Turned out to be a true story. Rewarding and loving, but a different kind of hard.
A friend posted this article on her FB page today, it’s a long read, but I loved it. Take the time and read it if you’re in the 40 somethings and in a not feeling it yet place like me! Appreciate the things that the 40’s have brought. There are many. The post was touching and also super funny. The fact that I have yet to step foot on our trampoline that has been in the backyard for the past couple of months directly related to the author stating getting on the trampoline would result in 3 chiropractor visits the following week!
Here is the article, make sure to check it out: Her View From Home, This Stage of Life? It’s Hard Too. It’s good!
Bring it on 46!