I've been so busy planning my trip: looking at maps, studying the subway line, watching the weather, thinking about clothes and shoes and whatnot, that I sort of forgot that I will actually turn 50 in less than two weeks. It just hit me about 20 minutes ago. I feel like I should be somewhat dismayed about turning 50, but I'm not. As a matter of fact, after I started thinking about it, it just seemed funny as hell. It just seems like I'm too silly to be 50. I guess I always thought of a 50 year old woman as a stately elegant being and I am certainly neither of those things. I feel like I should take a class or something to learn how to dress and behave like a 50 year old woman. "Age appropriate" has become a modern adjective for describing people and their clothes and I'm pretty sure I'm failing at those things.
I still like to wear jeans and tennis shoes and simple cotton tops and drink beer and play the jukebox and play pool and make goofy jokes and laugh out loud. Maybe when I'm 60 I'll start working on the stately and the elegant part. Or not. What's the rush?
6 comments:
Knowing you Sweetheart I'd bet on "or not".
Age appropriate...to thine own self be true seems to be the best motto for every age!
In my world, there are parents and kids: I'm still with the kids and so is Jazz who's also joining you in the "other half" in a not so long while.
Age appropriate is whatever age you feel like being.
I love these observations--and by the way, happy birthday, gorgeous! Pretty much, it seems like wherever we go, however old we get, there we are, eh?
Jazz,
~~But I feel like I should grow up someday.
Carole,
~~I've always loved that quote!
Mr. Jazz,
~~Yeah, I'm still with the kids.
Big Brother,
~~I guess. I just don't want to be ridiculous.
Jocelyn,
~~There we are, indeed!
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