I feel about that mark (notice I'm not willing to say it out loud either) kinda the way Marbella felt about 30 (and the way I felt about 30 too, come to think of it): like it was a joke and a great excuse for a party, but the next day I fully expected to wake up and have my age start going backward again. When I hit 31 I was pretty startled. "What? You mean this number is going to keep increasing? WTF -- I didn't sign up for this!" I kept thinking of that experience on my most recent birthday, back in January.chershaytoute wrote:Lass, you and I are two that haven't given an age... <chuckle> . . .
That next decade mark (notice I can't say it even yet...gads!! <shudder>) has been the hardest so far... 'though my son, charming child that he is, thought the whole 1/2 century thing was rather amusing... <sounds of very small woman strangling very large boy in a man-suit> <roaring laughter>
When I hit 40 (which was awhile back) my life had pretty much hit the skids a few months before, so if I had spent much time thinking about it I would probably have thought, "Okay, I'm 40 and my life is a failure." But things were so dire -- I'd broken up one pretty abusive relationship with the first woman I'd lived with, and the woman I'd left her for (if I allowed myself to acknowledge it) had already mentally left, even though she was still around physically, and I was homeless off and on and didn't really have a decent source of income and blah blah blah -- that turning 40 was just another straw on the back of the poor camel.
Things are vastly, vastly better since then. Thank gawd.
Anyhoo, I don't feel my chronological age at all. The fact that I don't have kids probably has a lot to do with that. My GF (who still hasn't moved out, and with whom I'm still hanging in there, knock wood) doesn't want kids, otherwise I'd probably have a rugrat or two hanging off my ankles right now, making me feel older simply by forcing me to be responsible for their entire lives.
And that's all I'm going to say on the subject right now.
