As September begins, I am another month closer to 30 and starting to notice my age! Tonight, I’m going to share with you ten signs (or symptoms) of aging.
“Today is the oldest you’ve ever been and the youngest you’ll ever be again.”
Yesterday Mike and I had the day off; we went to Starbucks for pumpkin spice lattes and visited several home stores (Hello, Homegoods!) just to look at the new fall decor, and then went grocery shopping. We didn’t have any money to spend, we weren’t looking for anything in particular. I’m just day dreaming. Nesting. All the time. When I was younger I used to hate these places! What happened?
While in said home stores yesterday, I also found myself wanting to yell at kids. Maybe this is the teacher in me too, but I couldn’t stand the misbehavior- little kids whining for nothing and two teenage girls running through the store playing some game. I also found myself judging some inappropriate outfit choices (not that this is new to aging; I have always been a people watcher/judger from time to time).
I meal prep now. I make lists, buy groceries, wash produce and meal prep my breakfasts and lunches for the week. How responsible. I used to never take time on a Sunday to organize my life for Monday. Who is this structured adult in the mirror? I mean, seriously, look at these salads I was putting together today!
Money woes! I am never not thinking about finances. Always worried about what’s in the bank, when is the next paycheck, what needs to be paid. Mortgage, utilities, car loan, gym membership, Barkbox subscription (priorities, am I right?)… the list goes on. Words I never used to understand! And always calculating what needs to be saved- how much to paint the house? What should be set aside for the future- wedding, kids? How much is in the pet emergency fund?
In my spare time, like when I’m just binge watching TV, I check Zillow. Are we looking to buy another house? Nope! I just like to see what’s around the area, look up houses in potential future neighborhoods, and I like to check on our property value. What young person does that?
My taste buds are changing! They say that’s normal every seven years, but I’m feeling much more grown up. I don’t take sugar in my coffee, I really like spinach salad, and I’d rather have a nice merlot than the cheap Arbor mist junk.
I watch the news. Ugh, I hate it, but as an adult in society… I feel like I need to know what’s going on in the world, even if it’s miserable. I turn the news every morning while I get ready for work. Except for the weekends- I take the weekends off from the news. If it’s big, facebook will tell me.
Despite my best efforts, I am becoming a morning person. The dreaded early bird. As much as I try… I cannot sleep in anymore! No matter how late I stay up or how much ZzQuil I take, I wake up around 7. The worst part? I’m starting to like it. I’m much more productive in the morning, I make my coffee and enjoy the time to myself.
Although I am becoming a morning person, my night owl self hasn’t quite gone away either. I certainly cannot “party” like I used to. My day used to go from bare feet to flip flops to heels. Now, bare feet to flats to bare feet! I still like to go out on occasion, but I’m done by midnight. How I used to make it till last call? No idea. And I still like to arrive fashionably late. But now, fashionably late means 8pm? It used to mean 11! And finally, I could not out drink my younger self. I used to wake up after a night out and now I need a day of rest to continue on!
Lastly, I don’t sleep well anymore. I used to zone out for hours. It was almost impossible to get me up and I could sleep in till noon. I wouldn’t wake in the middle of the night for anything and I could hold my bladder like a camel. Now, I twist and turn. AND I wake up in the middle of the night (every night!!) to pee. I’m getting so old!
So there you have it. My aging life in a nutshell. It’s scary sometimes but I wouldn’t have it any other way. As much as I compain about the age, the gray hairs (they make me cry), and the other life changes- it is important to remember that life is precious and tomorrow is not promised. It is a blessing to grow old. And I think I’m doing it with style if I do say so myself!
“Getting older is an adventure, not a problem.” – Betty Freidan
Any other signs of again you notice? Misery loves company! Share in the comments below!