I have a hard time remembering my age sometimes. I often tell people I think it's because I started dating Scott in high school when we were so young and still to this day he can make me feel like that giddy teenager. Or because we dated and got married in college, even before I could legally drink in public, and it's been like we just continued living in frozen time. But mainly I think it's because even though the years tick past I just don't FEEL any different at 37 than I think I felt at say 25. I'm just me, regardless of age.
Then today it happened, a new co-worker, a very young new co-worker made a comment that clearly (though I am sure not maliciously) pointed out the difference in our age. Wow. Apparently not everyone sees me as the youngster that I feel I am. And well, my 20th high school reunion is coming up next summer. And we are celebrating Scott's LAST thirty something birthday next week, which means mine is only 18 months behind. And I have a 5th grader! Do you realize that come the end of the year that 5th grader will have completed 1/2 of the first stage of her academic career?
Age is such an interesting thing as an adult. In most instances it really means nothing as we tend to surround ourselves with people of common interests regardless of age. But at the same time it's getting harder and hard to ignore the fact that I am indeed getting older...and damn it I STILL don't know what I want to BE when I grow up.
I need more time...
p.s. This is part of my new just writing series where I am challenging myself to sit and write a little bit almost every day because it just makes me feel better...and it keeps my brain young and active ...and as we've already established in this post no body is getting any YOUNGER over here!