A couple of days have passed since my 16th annual 29th birthday (that's right, all you analytical minds out there - go ahead and do the math). Getting old is no picnic. I borrowed that saying from... uh... just about everyone else who is getting old.
Oh, Lord, but it's true. Things don't work quite the way they used to. And when they do, they creak. These are the things I miss the most from my youth:
- being able to hop up onto the kitchen counters to reach the top cabinets
- my 4 octave range
- being able to consistently recall why I entered a room
- abs of steel
- sleeping through the night without having to visit the little girls room
- stopping traffic (it's true - any woman out there that says it's not important is a liar)
However, all is certainly not lost. Here are a few things I've managed to retain from my youth:
- the ability to ride every roller coaster at Six Flags and still enjoy it
- the stamina to walk all day around the zoo
- my hair color
- the whimsy to stand in the middle of my kitchen and sing made-up songs to cranky girls
- 3 1/2 octaves of my range
And there are even a few things that have improved since my youth:
- my sense of humor
- my "moves"
Since I have no crystal ball, I have no way of predicting how long I will live. That gives me every good reason not to consider myself middle-aged. Especially since I've still got "moves..."