I don’t mind the “looking older” part, I think that’s actually kinda interesting. I don’t mind the “approaching death” part, 'cause quite frankly sometimes it’s not approaching nearly fast enough to suit me. I’m not going to ever get married or have kids, so my biological time clock can ring its head off.
But I am kind of ticked-off by–
• Mr. Metabolism skidding to a halt. I have to eat half as much and exercise twice as much, just to stay the same clothing size.
• I thought my career would be further along by now–working for little girlies half my age is rather demoralizing.
I don’t mind getting older, but my body sure as hell complains alot about it! Thank the pain gods for Advil. Seriously tho, the wisdom I have aquired with aging far outweighs anything that has affected the body over time. I would never want to return to a different age.
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
The wrinkles are up there, but then again I have had psuedo wrinkles around my eyes for as long as I can remember. I think it has to do with the fact that I was a competive swimmer from age 5 to 17. Clorine and lots of sun is not good for a fair haired freckled kid.
I think the worst thing I am not looking forward to is menopause. I have seen several women in our office go through this transition and damn if it doesn’t seem worse than my worst period. The hot flashes, the increase in emotional outbursts etc…Hopefully in the next 10 to 15 years, they will come up with better solutions to ease the transition. (I’m 31)
The sand running out of my personal hourglass, and the extra tonnage. Other than that, nothing!
I’d like to put my experience and perspective back into my 25 year old body, and maintain!
Oh, and PCW, guys have multiples too, they’re just very rare, and usually more of an echo than a true one. Wanna start another thread? BTW, my recovery time is about 5 minutes.
I think it’s the loss of my metabolism. I don’t have the energy, time or patience to work out like I did from 18-27/28/29…when in the hell did I stop working out? The only workouts I really like are swimming, walking and bike riding. Dear God, I’m an old lady before my time. What’s next, wearing purple?
I don’t have any wrinkles. But I do resent the dimples that have made deposits in places that frankly dimples shouldn’t be. I have no gray hair. I actually like getting older. More people listen to me. Or maybe I am getting more ballsy. I’m definately funnier than I was ten-twelve years ago. (or maybe people are getting stupider or in a rut and cannot color outside the lines.)
What depressed me about aging, especially being a domestic tyrant, is that most women in my situation seem to think that the only alternatives to outlets to the real world are craft shows and craft projects ( and perpetual shopping)
( I have no problem with women who actually have talent and skill with stuff like this, but so few do.) Frankly, I’d rather dry shave my legs twice a day than ever cave into that mentality.
I certainly don’t mind aging in general, my physical health is good & would be better if I exercised. I began getting grey hair before I was twenty. I don’t fear death. BUT…there are still lots of things I still want to do. My mental trick is to remind miself of how old my granddaughter will be when I am my mother’s age. Picturing my 3 year old grandbaby as a 33 year old woman helps put things in perspective.
There’s a certain freedom that comes with age. I’m no longer striving. I no longer want to be a corporate VIP. I don’t have to pretend to conform as much in the business world.
And I know what I want to be when (if) I grow up: an eccentric old lady.
I am bothered by other people’s comments on my age as it relates to my marital status and childlessness. As though that was anyone else’s business!
I can only hope that as I age further, I will develop the hide I need to absorb said obnoxious comments.
And I add my tally mark in the metabolism and career areas…it is really demoralizing to explain things to one’s twenty-something boss. sigh
PS. Eve, you have been published, not once, but three times! And your books look interesting, well-written, and have gotten good reviews…you must be very ambitious to wish for more. I think that is fabulous success for one so young.
Thanks, Eden (ah! a conversation between Eve and Eden!), I really am thrilled to the white meat about my books.
I meant my pay-the-rent career as a magazine editor. I’m still mid-level, working for women half my age, and I see the young chickies coming up behind me, willing to work for less money and grabbing the jobs with promotability while I sit here just getting older on my little job plateau.
As far as marriage goes–as my wise old Aunt Ida once said, “it’s better to be alone than to wish you were.”
I’m not too worried about my looks yet, I’m 30 but can pass for 8, maybe 10 years younger. I really FEEL old though. I’m tired a lot and the weight thing bothers me (I’m not fat but I could become that way very quickly). I also wish I were married by now. I always felt that two people should be able to go through life together, grow old together. I feel like I am missing out on that whole experience, and getting married later in life just doesn’t seem the same. I want to struggle throuh life with someone! Still, the way things look right now, I may never get married. ::sigh:: I don’t want kids and my biological clock isn’t ticking.
I’ll fifth the metabolism comments.
Hair sprouting from places it shouldn’t.
My naturally blonde hair that isn’t naturally blonde anymore.
My youthful idealism.
And there didn’t used to be so many funerals!
