As is so often the case for me, it’s not MY age that makes me feel old, but the ages of those around me.
Before kids, it was the ages of my sister and brother (5 & 7 years younger, respectively) on any given year.
Then I had children….and my friends had children….and as each of them have passed onto a “milestone” age, I FEEL it.
Somewhere in my mid 30’s, in between the milestone years for the kids, it became about the ages of the people I was spending time with. To be expected I suppose when you go from being the youngest one in the group, to (sigh) always being one of the oldest.
This year, my oldest turns 18, middle turns 15, and my youngest has turned 13. ALL three hitting milestone years this year.
This year, I am no longer in my “early” 40’s, and yet, I am not quite in my “mid” 40’s either. The 3rd year and 7th year in any given decade are just odd years to me.
I FEEL every moment of 43 years old too. What that means I cannot quite explain…..and it is neither a good nor a bad thing….it just is. But mostly, I feel very blessed.
Yep……Today I am 43.
Now, the only question is…..how many months will it take me this year to remember my age without having to think about it??