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Gettin' Old

Next week I'll turn 35. I'm not one to dwell on age, really, but there is something really old-sounding about 35. And I'm feeling it, too. I've had a backache all week and I think I'm losing my mind. For the first time in my life I've had to start keeping lists so I won't forget to do things like mail the bills or call the dentist or get dog biscuits. I used to be able to just remember those things. Sigh.

And a few days ago I realized that, for all intents and purposes, this is it. I am who I am going to be for the rest of my life. I mean, I hope that I will continue to find new interests and learn new things and so forth, but I'm never going to be, for example, the kind of person who cares whether or not the bed is made. I'm never going to get into crafty things. I will never like TV shows that involve people shouting at each other, like Crossfire or Maury. I will never like asparagus. (I used to think I would never like tomatoes, but have recently discovered that in fact there is nothing better on a turkey-and-cheese sandwich than a slice of tomato. But asparagus, no.) I will never drink coffee and I will never wear the color yellow. I will never be good at small talk and I will always prefer reading to almost any other activity.

It's kind of a weird feeling, realizing that you're a grownup after all.

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Anonymous said…
What an epiphany! I'm not sure that I realized that I am who I am until this past year - and I am 25 years older than you are. It is a relief in some ways to realize that maybe one is OK.

Mom
aimee said…
35! Yay! That isn't old. Believe me, I used to think it was but that was when I thought 30 was old.

I love that you don't care about your bed. That means it is okay if I never do either. :)

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