Apologise now for my following rant/whinge. This time last year I was merrily writing about turning 40. I turned 40 amongst a flurry of balloons, glitter and gorgeous gifts. Several days later I let out a sigh of relief, I had done it, I had turned 40 and survived. Foolish, smug me.
Now as I approach turning 41 I am reliving my fears. Gripped with panic I turned to the mirror for comfort. Instead my worst fears were confirmed and I now fear it is too late, I have turned middle aged. The reflection in the mirror is middle aged. I no longer totter around in high heels and skimpy clothes, for me its comfort and warmth all the way.
The voice that use to be hip and with it and would sing merrily (and badly) to all the latest songs now complains at the very same music and mutters critisisim at the newsreaders choice of outfit.
Worse of all I feel middle aged. Bones creak and joints complain, memory is failing and energy ran off with my get up and go ages ago.
In my head I stopped aging at 26. I blame it on my traumatic 27th birthday when I thought I was going to be 26 and had lived a whole year being 25. On the eve of my, what I thought, 26th birthday my father broke it to me I was actually going to be 27 the next day. I had lost a whole year.
Now I no longer feel 26, I feel middle-aged.
I don’t like it, I don’t want it and I don’t know what to do about it. ( suggestions, that don’t cost a fortune, are welcome)
This time next year you’re going to be 42 and you’ll wish you were going to stay 41, so you might as well enjoy being that age from the outset! Believe me, you’re going to get older, but when you consider the other option – it ain’t so bad!
True, this getting older thing though is tough. But like you say you cant do anything about it apart from enjoy the now
Oh dear, I feel your pain. But if it makes you feel any better I’m 10 years older than you, and sometimes I don’t even recognise the person in the mirror.
I some what shocked by you being 10 years older, oldersinglemum told me her age too, genuinely shocked as thought both you two were my age if not younger
i’m 43. And I look in the mirror and now see wrinkles and sags and bags and i hate it. I make extra effort with makeup and clothes and so on but some days i still feel oolllld. and i have a 6 year old who supposedly keeps me young.
one thing I have done though is started dancing. I do Ceroc. it’s great fitness and socialising…and also lots of the men are in their 50s and 60’s so I’m the hot chick:)
Funnily enough I was the same. I embraced 40. 41 was a bit less of a novelty.
Embrace middle age, it’s a luxury that only humans enjoy. Other animals have youth, reproductively active and dead.