Of all the things that happened in the last year, one of the highlights was that I turned 30. I feel much wiser and more seasoned than I did 10 years ago, but although I still feel 20 at heart, my body and mind constantly remind me of how I need to act my age. For instance, I thought it would be fun to slide on a patch of ice that formed between my house and the house next door (20-year-old brain thinking here). As I skidded across the ice, it was a matter of seconds before my world was literally upside down, or at least sideways. Before I knew it, my legs left from beneath me and I was on the ground..BOOM…like a fat kid learning how to ice skate for the first time. I winced, then laughed, then shook it off and got up. I’m pretty sure I undid yesterday’s chiropractic adjustment and knocked myself right back out of alignment. Shameful.
What’s even more shameful is the disdain I sometimes have for those younger than me, like I’d never been that age before. Today I watched the Justin Bieber movie “Never Say Never” (I sure did) and I rolled my eyes and laughed at these giddy young girls, screaming and crying and professing their undying love for the young Biebs. Did I act like that when I was that age? I mean, New Kids on the Block are different, right? What are these girls thinking?
Is this what getting old feels like? If an age barrier between young and old exists, I think I’ve officially transversed it.
