4 03/31/2014 relationships Self

Aging Gracefully?

This month I turn 45 years old. It’s an interesting number for me. I feel, given the longevity of most women in my family (besides my mom), like it’s the half way mark. It also came to me this weekend that in my 45th year, I will have had my step-mother in my life for half the time that I had my mom. I’m not sure that the stat signifies anything at all except for the oddness of the way life works.

Thanks YokoI don’t feel 45 but at some point this weekend, it hit me that I am. For the first time, I noticed crows feet in the corners of my eyes. I recognized that the grey hair is multiplying and needing to be ‘assisted’ far more often than at 40. I went to a concert that required standing from 8:30 – 2am. It hurt. Like a lot. My legs and back felt like I had been moving boxes all day. My equally 45 year-old friend was doing stretches at the bar by the end of the night. Two old farts in agony.

Speaking of farts – another thing with age? When you get street meat at 2am, hot italian sausage is a bad choice. I point this out, just in case you’ve forgotten since a decade ago when you last got it.

I’m not sure why all this aging is making me so melancholy. After all, I feel like I’m in better shape than at 20. I think I’m getting better with age – mentally and physically. I’m very happy with Will, my family and my friends. So why is it so hard to accept?

Is it because the kids at my office didn’t know who Fat Albert was last week? Is it because I’m closer to retiring than to the start of my career? Is it because when I found myself single 13 years ago, I didn’t really believe I would still be at 45? Is it because I get called ma’am and Will’s mom all the time and not Sara?

I’m really not sure. But I know this. I have 29 days to get okay with it. And then another five years to prepare for 50. Oy.

In the meantime? A week till Jamaica….umm where is Stella’s kid in this trailer?

  • Kat Clarke Murray

    I agree about getting better with age. I feel that way too. And I still cherish the words my Aunt Barb told me on the eve of my 40th birthday, “oh…you’re just coming into your power…” I figure since we can’t stop it or even slow it down, we might as well embrace it. I’ll be celebrating 45 in May; I’ll raise a glass to you and salute my fellow 69er!

  • Alice

    Oh, I get this – I work with teens, so I feel old OFTEN. I’ve taken to just naming it head on and exaggerating for comic effect, telling them I’m ancient. At least it makes me laugh! And I figure that with my stupidly fragile skin and mobile face, that’s my best bet – to embrace that at least all my lines are laugh lines, not frowny ones.

  • Amanda Olsen Brown

    Thoughts on aging can be naturally melancholy as we all creep daily closer to our final day (uplifting, I know) but I think they can also make us pause, take stock and realize how fast the time is flying by and help us be more intentional about savoring the fleeting moments that all glom together to make up a single life. You are strong and beautiful and accomplished, so be proud of all you’ve packed into your 45 years!

  • Julie

    i yelled “wondertwin powers, activate!” before an ultimate game and everyone just staaaaaaaaaared….oh well, at least i know i’m cool :)

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