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I take it back. I feel as if my youth is gone. Everyone tells me that it's only a number, but it's a number halfway to 80. By no stretch of the imagination can I be called young anymore and it makes me sad.
I'm not talking suicidal or uncontrollable crying, just a realization that the show is 1/2 way over. I like my life and have no regrets and I've actually been dead once already (58 seconds) and so it's not really fear that's doing this, just sadness.
Did anyone else go through this? Does it pass?
I have no intention of settling down...8^}
Yeah, the alternative is the pits. Any day spent above ground is a good day. It's not death that worries me, it's old age. I'm already creaking around and in pain every day. Injuries take forever to heal and pain me thereafter. The shoulder I separated a year and a half ago has been bothering me today. It sucks and it kind of scares me. I'm not sure I have the mental fortitude to keep on if it's just going to get worse and worse. The prospect is depressing. Such a huge difference between 30 and 40 for me. Back then I was healthy and in one piece.
I did have a problem with 30, I refused to be 30, so I had my 29th birthday 3 times in a row. Then I felt good enough to go on to 32 ;-) The transition from 29 to 30 felt like I should be mature by then and I did not feel ready for it...
Yes, injuries take longer. I've a friend who claims that the 50s is when you start moaning when trying to get out of bed in the morning. LOL! The creaking, honestly, is not something you have to live with. My sib is mid-40s and still goes rock climbing and mountain biking, it's all in how you take care of yourself, but sooner or later it no longer comes without specific effort.
It's all good.
That really hit me hard. I have no real problem with my age but the numbers are scary. And personally, I am not half way to death cause I'm living to 112. I already have it planned;)
As I have wandered away from the subject a bit...I have 4 children, (or 1 adult and 3 children! My oldest son turned 18 yesterday!)and right before I turned 40 in March of this year, I had my 16 month old nephew come and live with our family. Whew, talking about a life changer, with my youngest being 7 years old, but you will definitely stay young chasing after a toddler. (Or get old quicker, huuummmm...)
...but I do tend to take notice when I hear of someone my age suddenly dropping dead.
I love the shock factor of speaking with young women, young enough to be my daughters, & sharing with them that I have a two-year old. If my husband decides to go to his next high school reunion, we'll certainly be one of the more non-conventional families!
it was a little odd: at 39, i was punching cops and making bail. by the end of my decade there, i was wrapping my knees and looking back at my waistline, my hairline, and all my good pickup lines.
don't fret, newly 40's. it's all downhill from here.
Friends from work took me out to dinner for my 40th. The waiter said, "This looks like a fun party. What's the occasion?" Somebody said, "It's Karen's 40th birthday." Then he smacked his hand over his mouth, looked horror-stricken. "Maybe I shouldn't have said that?" But I was fine with it.
The 40s have been better than the 30s and the 30s were better than the 20s. The teens were dreadful. Now my Dad teases me that I'm getting close to 50. I just smile sweetly and call him an octogenarian.
I find 45 puzzling. I've had a couple of weeks to get used to it now but I don't feel 45...and I'm always told that I don't look my age, either, so I'm just feeling my way through this age thing. After all, it's just a number!
In Portfolio Life,* I read that as Americans are living longer, it's not old age that's being extended but middle age. "Elderly" used to start at 65, but now 65 is just a sort of "late middle." Elderly doesn't start until the late 70s, unless one has medical problems that force a slowing down; but even many of the common diseases of old age are being pushed back a decade or so, or are controllable with treatments so that their impact is diminished.
* Yes, I know the subtitle says "After 50" but I'm preparing. ;-)
Like someone said elsewhere: I don't feel a day older than 21 (although 21-year-olds might disagree ;-) ). I am OK with my looks in the mirror --well, I'd love my back to stop hurting (it runs in the family), but I just need to do a bit of sports for that!
Well, the blokes crept up to me at the breakfast table, presented me with the plant and broke into singing "Happy Birthday" --in front of a large room full of people!
Quite a remarkable morning :-). My favourite birthday, beside my 12th birthday in Vienna. The 40th was unremarkable, compared to this (coffee and cake with the family).
I AM 40 AND PROUD!!!!!!
The rest of the decade was a blur of child-rearing and then my husband's illness and death, so 40 so far is wonderful!!!
I threw myself a 40th party this year, had 50 some people over for a backyard picnic. It was also to celebrate surviving the last 3 years. My philosophy is I would have turned 40 with or without a party, so might as well party!!
Also, I work with teenagers. That would make anyone feel old very fast.
That's closer to what I was trying to say.
I'm trying hard to take advantage of the choices that I have. They aren't particularly glamorous choices (no fame and fortune in my future), but they are mine and if I don't make them they'll be made for me.
Politicians are meant to be *old*!
Not that I wanted to have his job. Not for all the whiskey in Ireland. Not enough time to read and surf LT.
Truer words were never spoken!
I heard it as 50 is the new 35. Which I keep telling myself as I get closer. ;-)
I have to say 30 wasn't great because I wasn't where I wanted to be - dumped a boyfriend and moved into my parents' basement, but 40...much better by my standards...darling hubby, three kids, great job and a place I like. If I weren't so tired, I might be delighted!
My friend, who is three months younger than me, finds that being "thirty-eighteen" is more comforting than being forty-eight.
I just like saying it because I'm in my second teenager-hood.
But I do, I can't help it. I feel like I haven't accomplished enough and my health makes addressing this more of a challenge than I would like. I loved 30, as others have said, it felt like I had really arrived in adulthood. And I am one of those people who had a hard youth and young adulthood and think that being very young is overrated in many ways.
I have not started to creak or have aches and pains not related to the cancer and I look about 5 years younger than my age - but still - knowing that it is half over and for me probably more than half over is sobering - and again, this is related more to worrying about accomplishment than craven fear of death. I am glad that others have felt this as well.
For those of you with young children - god bless you - it makes me tired just thinking about it. I have a 21 year old and he is enough of a challenge - young adults still need a lot of parenting because as noted above being young is not easy. Thanks for letting me vent.