Thoughtful Thursday: Over the Hill
October 10, 2013
Welcome to the October Intelligentsia.
The first of my husband’s high school friends turned 40 today. Exactly eighteen years ago today, I teased that friend that since he’d turned 22, he was now in his mid-20s. He protested, “No, I’m still in my early 20s!”
I’ve seen people freak out about turning 30, 40, 45, 50, 60… And even some of the non-round numbers.
My mother objected to every age. She always looked much younger than her age, and her lies continued that illusion. She would even try to get me to lie to her friends, acquaintances, manicurists, baristas, et al., since “I don’t want to be old enough to have a 25 year old” (or any other age).
I’m the opposite, at least so far. With each new birthday, I’m happy to announce my age (38 coming up shortly!). As my husband always says when someone laments getting another year older, it beats the alternative.
Are there any ages, future or past, that freak you out? How do you react to getting older?