I can’t imagine I am alone in this thinking, but it is hard for me to think of myself as a senior. Tomorrow I turn 69. I still haven’t wrapped my head around it. That used to be old, wasn’t it?
It started when I turned 50. Wow, half a century! Couldn’t believe it. Then I turned 60 and had trouble with that at first, learning soon to embrace it. I remember thinking wow, a new decade. I am really getting up there. Now I have reached the last year of this decade and realize, time marches on and you have to accept it. But it sure isn’t easy.
I remember going in for coffee at Dunkin Donuts, my favorite by the way. The clerk winked and said ,“Don’t worry, I gave you the senior price,” without asking me if I was over 60. Throwing the cup at her crossed my mind, but then I thought you really want this cup of coffee. You’ll be sued, and the police will come, blah ,blah, so I returned to my car and sat staring at the cup, thinking reality is tough.
It is hard to accept, when in your head you are so much younger. Don’t worry, I am reminded constantly I am not 40. The eye doctor when he tells you cataracts are forming and that to expect it at your age. When I exercise and get aches where I didn’t even know I had muscles and pretty much every doctor appointment that begins with, well at your age.
So I plan to embrace my birthday, deal with my wrinkles and have at least one cupcake with chocolate icing.