I get it, I’m no longer cool. My coolness is now defined by what my daughter thinks of me and it’s usually attached to the kind of snack I provide.Most days I’m comfortable that I’m in a stage where comfort reigns over style; I’m losing touch on much that isn’t ‘mommy related’ and that I am way more familiar with kiddie songs that current music.
It’s a stage right? I’ll be cool again one day?
I’m okay with being uncool… but I just figured out the reason I’m uncool is not that I’m a mom but I’m getting old.
More grey hair (crap!) that I’m yanking out daily!
Those tiny lines around my eyes are NOT just because I’m tired – those bags and lines are permanent!
And I hate – with a passion – low-rider jeans. Hate them.
Yes – I am getting older. Such is life, hasn’t really bothered me – to date. But last night, I really felt it.
We had tickets (in my hubby’s company box yahoo!) for the Elton John & Billy Joel concert last night. Super excited to hear all the (old) favourites and I joked (or so I thought) on Facebook did this excitement make me old?
Uhhh – apparently based on the responses – YES it does!!! That took a bit of wind out of my sails but whatever.
Then I checked out the audience and well, it was boomer-central. I looked out at a crowd of "older" people (bc as a mid-70s baby I am a smidge younger than a boomer) and realised – I fit in. That means, I am older too. boo hoo.
And hello, I failed to recognize that Elton John is 64 – yes SIXTY-FOUR! And Billy Joel is SIXTY. They should be grandfathers, really.
I don’t really have a way to end this blog – no big immortality exclaimation except I'm uncool and old. Oh no. What is next - a walker???
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