I am 60.
How did this happen?
I used to imagine myself at 30. I thought I’d live in a suburban ranch style and drive a station wagon to pick up kids from choir practice and little league. I thought I would make my husband cocktails when he came home from work and dress for dinner- like Donna Reed and the mom on Father Knows Best.
Life, though, has a way of working out in really unexpected ways. Thank God- I probably would have become a suicidal alcoholic pill popping (suburban) momma if I had continued down that path.
Ok, ok, I confess I did have a station wagon for a while but only because it was what I could afford that had enough cargo space to haul everything I needed for my work. No team sports were involved.
I also could see myself at 50. Heading in to the millenium wearing a shapeless house frock and a head scarf like my grandmother. That didn’t happen either. I believe I had a red velvet shirt and black jeans on for that occasion. Because I grew up wearing jeans and I’ll probably still be wearing them if and when I turn 90.
Here I also need to confess that I have worn shapeless dresses- but only in those eras when everyone did. You can stop with the “and if your friends jumped off a cliff ” routine now.
I didn’t really ever picture myself 60 so this is really is a new experience. It’s true too that while I know I’m not quite the same person I was at 20- I still feel like that person. I’m still me. Except when I have to get up from sitting on the floor and maybe first thing in the morning- I’m a little creaky then. Well, and maybe when I look in the mirror too.
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