Let me preface this by saying, my age has never bothered me. No, really. Thirty? Psh. Forty? Bring it on.
I am now 41. No biggie. I’m holding up well (sort of). I have no problem telling anyone how old I am, whether they ask or not (which sometimes confuses the checker at the grocery store). But, a week ago, I picked up the local business journal and it had the annual “40 Under 40 to Watch” article. And it occurred to me…even if I was rocking it in my profession, I no longer qualify. Why this was news to me, I have no idea, but it was an unpleasant realization (probably compounded by the fact that I’m a 41-year-old who is only TWO years into her profession and by the time I’m rocking anything, it’ll be time to retire).
Then, last weekend, my husband cruelly reminded me that he was only 40 and that I would turn 42 before he even turned 41. (We’ve been married almost 17 years and he has actually always been more than a year younger than me so, again, this should not have been news to me.)
Well, I have the sneaking suspicion that I’m actually starting to look 41. I find that my age-related-zen may have relied a little on the fact that everyone thought I was younger than I am. And were continuously shocked that I have a 19-year-old daughter. Alas, the shock is fading.
It doesn’t help that women, in general, seem to look better. All this “40 is the new 30” crap? Absolutely true. So, if I had a time machine and could go back to 1987, I would be an amazing-looking 41-year-old. In 2014? Not so much. Case in point: my 20-year high school reunion. If movies teach us anything, it’s that you go to your HS reunion for the sole purpose of seeing the popular girls who were mean to you transformed into fat, frumpy, bitter divorcees. My classmates did not get the memo. Frankly, the lack of cellulite and wrinkles was disturbing.
So apparently they raised the bar when no one was looking. But, life’s little truths still remain…true. 1) age is just a number, 2) living well is the best revenge, 3) always wait 30 minutes after eating before going swimming, and 4) all you need is love.
I will be 29 in August and I’m still mistaken for a teenager. I volunteer with my church youth group and I have to make sure I wear a badge so people know I’m not one of the teens. It’s great…until I’m trying to find a date.
And I’m sure everyone always tells you to “enjoy it!” so I’ll refrain 😉
I did, however, get carded at P.F. Changs this weekend when I ordered a beer, so I’ve got that going for me. (If they card everyone under 80, I don’t want to know.)
Oh hush. You look younger than me.
You notice the lack of articles about men looking great “for their age.” “George Clooney, engaged after years of strenuously validating his virility by dating embryos, looks GREAT for his age.” Where’s that quote? Well, it’s here, obviously, but no where else is my point. Men.
So, you know any single guys in their 40s looking to date? 😉
So true! My husband looks better today than the day I met him, the bastard (she said, lovingly).
I am also married to a mouthy younger man who I love dearly! I decided (a few years ago) to just keep turning 38 until he seems like an old perv.
That was a very entertaining post! Thanks for the laugh.
I tried that as well, but the damn voice in my head corrects any inaccuracy =/