Marble statue of an old woman, 1st century AD (Roman). Metropolitan Museum of Art.
With my thirtieth birthday approaching next year, I can't help but think about aging. I've never really thought much about being old (or being middle aged), because, well, I've always been young. And now I've started to realize that I care about being young (and looking young), at least a little bit. Since when did I care about that kind of stuff? This is an interesting realization for me, especially since I feel like I'm rather casual when it comes to my appearance. Sure, I wear a little makeup, but I can't remember the last time I wore something like a mud mask.
I'm psychologically adjusting to the fact that I'm not that young anymore. Maybe I'm just youngish? Or maybe I'm not even that?
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it's funny - i've tried to think back to the point when i didn't want to be "older" anymore. now i want to be younger! do you remember as a teenager or a "tween", feeling so young and that you wanted so much to be older? to wear makeup or go to high school or get your license? to FINALLY leave and go to college? when did that end? at 18? 20?
i can't remember clearly, but i'm thinking it was sometime after i had Celia, at 23 or 24...i finally realized that time was speeding up and i wouldn't be young anymore. :( i'll be 30 next yr too - i agree, i think that's "youngish", right??
(sigh) ditto to all. i've been grappling with the idea of our approaching 30s. i WANT to be excited and embrace the idea of aging, but i haven't come up with a way to do it yet. i take some comfort that i'm still mistaken for a 19 year old, but even that is bound to change eventually. when you think of a way to accept the progression of life, let me know. ;)
I really love the idea of aging gracefully, though it's easier to see silvered haired 60 year-old woman and see grace than to look at myself and saying, "gee, look at me, I'm aging soooooo gracefully." I've stopped plucking my grey hairs and holy cow, I have a ton! I'm getting used to it and I try to envision the beautifully silvered head that I'll have someday. I haven't really tried to address any other aging issue than that. I mean, I still wear purple butterfly hair clips that kids wear. I don't wear make-up and folks in Berkeley tend toward the au naturale so I suppose it's a good place to just be my aging self, whatever that means. David and I still talk about "when we grow up." I'm not sure what exactly it means, but I do think we'll actually own a couch or something by then.
Believe me, honey, you are young! And awesome. Love you, A.
I can certainly relate, especially because I just entered my 30's on Friday... Ugh.
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