It’s not that I feel old. I just feel older.
The mirror is not my best friend. At least my eye-sight makes the blow less harsh. But we are our own worst critics.
And the sooner we accept that physically, youth disappears, the happier we will be, upstairs.
Ah, upstairs. Do we start thinking too much as we get older? Do we let things bother us more, or less, with the knowledge we have accumulated over the years? I can only speak for myself, but YES, YES, and YES.
Turning 50 was awesome. I still looked really good. Even at 51 I felt invincible. Then 52 was still not bad, but one year made a difference. Then 53, seemed a long way since 50. And the invincibility factor started to whither.
And tomorrow I will be 54, and for some reason, I think it’s the gateway to 60!
And, yes, I am seeing a difference. And it is depressing. There. I said it.
I’m as active as I ever was, but the pounds aren’t staying off the way they used to, like they did even last year!
And because I do have an ego about my physical appearance, I don’t want to accentuate the negative.
But I did it while I could! And even wrote a song about it….Do it While You Can!
I went from filming videos in my bikini at age 46, to short shorts, to shorts 6 inches above the knee, to on the knee, to below the knee.
And I’ve gone from showing off my midriff, to sleeveless, to short sleeves, to shirts that only expose my elbows down. I’m just not used to seeing my body looking,…yucky.
Next year I’ll probably be wearing a burka.
Happy Fucking Birthday to me!