[…] Then it starts hitting you repeatedly in the face. It’s all those little moments: waking up after a really good, long night’s sleep only to feel worse off than you did when you got into bed the night before. You don’t bounce out but instead heave yourself up to audible snaps and crackles. You learn that you can inflict a grave injury to your own body simply by reaching for the alarm clock in the wrong way. You know that when you wind up in physical therapy it will not be the result of a marathon or water skiing but because of something that happened on a sidewalk.
It’s in understanding that after a lifetime of incremental improvements to your self-care regimen, you’ve finally figured out how to make your face and hair look the best they possibly can at precisely the moment it’s all for naught. Your resting bitch face that in an earlier decade may have given off a miffed Jeanne Moreau vibe has hardened into something that more closely resembles unbridled fury. “What’s wrong?” people ask you while you’re daydreaming or gazing softly into the middle distance.
No one is applying words like “moxie” or “edgy” or “gamine” to describe you anymore…
“But I think you look the same as you did in high school,” you want to say. Then you blink hard at the photos on Facebook through your progressive-lens glasses and realize: Wait a minute. Not at all. Your people are middle-aged.
Boomers, we know, didn’t appreciate getting long in the tooth. They’re the ones who started this whole fight against Old. But as a Gen Xer, I have to assume it’s worse for us. Our entire gestalt is built around an aura of disaffected youth. There is no natural progression for that energy into middle age. I don’t see us easing into words like “seasoned” or “mature.” Millennials will no doubt take their own kind of offense to aging when it’s their turn, but that is not our cross to bear.
For we are tired now, and some of this comes as a relief.
Nobody is waiting for you to join TikTok, and it is a blessing. You are not wanted there. You don’t have to keep up, keep up, keep-keep-keeping up. You can let some of it go. You don’t need to understand Harry Styles. You will never head off to a Super Junior concert. It’s fine to have no idea what Dua Lipa does.
You see small children in the wild and, rather than find them cute or amusing or in any way fun-seeming, you instead think, “I don’t have to do that anymore.”
Many things are no longer your problem. And plenty of well-worn excuses enable you to shrug off your oldskie ways. If you’re a woman, you can blame it all on hormones, just like a teenager. If you’re a man, you can wave it off as a midlife crisis; you’ve got lots of novels that help explain.
You realize you are getting closer to something inconceivable only a short time ago: the grandma years. When you are a grandma, you won’t even need excuses. You can behave in ways entirely inexplicable to everyone younger than yourself and it will be seen as an eccentricity. You can sidle up to strange men in line for the movies and take some of their popcorn to give to your grandchild, the way my grandma did. You can pretend to have gone entirely batty whenever it suits you. You can pretend you don’t know that you’re shouting or that you can’t hear anything anyone else says.
And you know what? It starts to feel like something to look forward to.
— Pamela Paul, from “Wait, Who Did You Say Is Middle-Aged?” (NY Times,
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Now that is very funny. So you mean I no longer have to blame it on jet lag when I forget something?
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Exactly!!!!!
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I was going to comment, but I … um … forgot what I was going to say.
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Laughing!
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Laughing…
I’m at a place in my life where I better shut up and make no comments on this one!
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Wise choice young one. Wise choice.
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I love this so much and have begun to fully adopt it
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I need to start!
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I love pulling my old lady card when it suits me to get away with a lot of crazy things I wouldn’t do otherwise. I just mutter something about being old. I rather like this arrangement.
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Laughing. So Good Angeline. I need to pull out my old man card, and soon.
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Definitely older…. For some reason, hearing an “older” person use age as an excuse, or just as a description of identity, has always made me cringe. And, for some reason, I’ve always had a few very much older friends (as well as plenty peers). H-m-m…your posts and literary choices are always thought-provoking
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Thank you Valerie. Definitely older for me too.
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As we age, our filters wear out, giving us a little freedom to call ‘em as we see ‘em. That doesn’t always work out well, but being honest is invigorating 😎
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Just a couple of years ago, I about died when husband shouted to a ticket clerk that *we* probably qualify for a senior discount. “Speak for yourself!” I shouted just as loudly. (I am six months younger than husband –and always will be!) 😉
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Laughing! So good!
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Everything tends to slow down, when we get to, that certain point in our lives, and, we can only, roll with that, because, there’s, NO, defying, the process of, aging…but, with age, we grow, wiser too, well, at least, for some of us, but, not so much so, for, others.
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I hope I get wiser!!! 😏
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I’ll admit that I had to google, Dua Lipa. Her name means “Love” in Albanian…I like being a life-loooong learner. /// The US gov classifies those age 60 and up as “Elderly”/// Once I became a Cancer patient my age started to show…/// a certain freedom can accompany a person as they grown older…it helps when one is blessed with a spouse…PS: I wish I would have become a Yoga student 20 years ago…I’ve noticed the women who participate in Yoga look younger and seem very balanced in their lives…/// Everyone should try to stay strong in Mind, Body and Spirit…
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Thanks for sharing!
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I am finding being accepting of my age and limitations helps. I didn’t take care of my body and diet like I should of but why lament about it, it’s over, can’t go back so I try to work on what I can now. I do enjoy the peace and wisdom that comes with being 75, I do not have the urge to speak my mind as much…learn a lot when I listen more. Great post.
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Beautiful perspective. I feel peace in your words. Thank you for sharing.
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