Thursday, February 11, 2010
A midlife scare.
Here I am at the tail-end of my forties. I find myself wondering how I got here so quickly. (sigh!)
Looking back, I heave a sigh or relief that all the sleepless nights, dirty diapers, school field trips and teen angst were worth it. And amazingly, despite my mistakes and periods of crisis, my children have grown into well adjusted, happy people... and they love me!
But mirrors nowadays scares the hell out of me! Seeing my reflection in the mirror this morning is kinda depressing or is it only because I am PMSing and I usually get depressed during this time?
How did that happen? Where did it all go! The years - the black hair - now gray in a flash. Why can't I get rid of this bulging stomach? Can I go back and do it again, please?
Alas, it was too late. Somehow, I must have traveled through a Star Trek style worm hole and moved forward in time. Darn, the fact that I am now referring to Star Trek and worm holes is also an unwelcome development. Is a sudden interest in Science Fiction age related?
Okey! Calm down. So what if I am nearing 50. I still think I have aged better than those I went to school with. However, a quick look in the mirror shatters THAT illusion. And to think that I haven't even tried getting a tattoo or went downhill on a skate board!
Never mind, I will do my best to get through this difficult time in my usual mature, sensible and dignified way. I shall simply ignore the fact that I am reaching a depressing milestone, then sulk and snap at anyone who dares to mention it!
And if I do feel down, I can always watch some Star Trek.