Growing up, I wished my life away. I couldn't wait for the school year to end. To start high school. Begin college. Get a real job. I've spent most of my life, it seems, in hurry-up mode.
Because I couldn't wait to get older. At 16 I'd get to drive. At 18, vote and go to college. At 21... well, you know the rest. It seemed my life couldn't pass by quickly enough.
Until recently. Now it's all a blur. It's totally true what my mom said; time passes by more quickly as you age. It doesn't just fly... it flies at Concorde speed.
All of a sudden, instead of waiting to do things, it seems that I've waited too long for things. My 20s are a distant memory. I'm covering up my gray. Taking vitamins. Watching my chest point toward my knees.
When did this happen? When did I become the spinster who is no longer asked when she'll have children? Why do people no longer wonder when I'll settle down, but rather assume I'm not worth settling?
Old age ain't for sissies. But I'm refusing to go down without a fight. As long as they make good hair color, treadmills, and bras, I will defer the aging process.
I still feel 25. Who cares what my driver's license says?
Now I must go to bed before the 10 o'clock news.
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You still look 25, too! Age is just a number, Lori! YOU GO GIRL!
p.s. I still wonder when you're settling down. You make life seem so much fun!
Aw, thanks, DeWood. What are you doing Sunday afternoon? Don't you need to come near DFW for coffee or something? I have a 5:30 flight.
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