It’s official. I’m old.
In my little head, I’m still an 8-year old kid wishing to be all grown up.
In my head, I’m 18 years old and starting college.
In my head, I’m a twenty-something living in my first apartment.
In my head, I just got married. In my head, I’m still very young and that getting older stuff is for people who are old. Not for me.
I had a rude awakening today. Guess What? I’m part of that getting older group.
First, a student told me that I looked really good for being an old lady. (Thank you, dear child.) Next, I got an e-mail message that my 20 year high school reunion is next year. Wait! How did 20 years go by so fast? I remember my mother going to her 20-year-old high school reunion. I just graduated from high school. Oh. That was 19 years ago. I guess I can go to my 20 year high school reunion next year. Finally, I looked in the mirror and saw a white hair.
It must be true. We all get older. To celebrate, I decided to post the picture my brother made for me. This is what I look like when I’m 96. The picture made me laugh. I look great for 96!
Cheers to getting older
And cheers to still being young.
Forever. At least, in my head.