Well, it finally happened. I turned 50 this past week.
People keep asking me how I feel. The answer is I have no idea. I have been low-key dreading this for some time now, but now that it’s actually here I don’t know what I was expecting.
I certainly don’t feel like I thought I would when I thought about this milestone some time ago. I feel older, but not OLD.
I got my first mailing from AARP 2 weeks before my birthday. My husband (who is older than me) thought that was pretty funny. I see adds for products for “older adults” that I KNOW are aimed at me (even though the actors in the ads look to be at LEAST 75).
But I’m not OLD, right?
Yes, I have coworkers young enough to be my kids. Sure, I have given up any pretense of knowing anyone on top 40 radio. I admit I tell people I’m too old for Tik Tok. It’s true my short term memory is absolute shit. And perhaps best of all (ha) , I’m in full on menopause. But I’m not THAT old.