You’d think that any number of things that have transpired in my life so far would make me feel old – getting married, buying a house, having a kid, even just seeing my birthday circled when I flip over the calendar to July – but no. You know what makes me feel old?
Earlier this week, I got an email from my assistant principal looking to recruit staff to work at the summer high school orientation to welcome the class of 2022.
Excuse me, what?
Like I said, I don’t usually feel “old.” In fact, I often have to remind myself of how old I really am. I actually have this problem where I’ll sometimes have to bite my tongue to stop myself from referring to recent college grads as “about my age.” Like, no sweetie, she’s 23. You’re almost 36. You need to stop.
But… 2022. 2022 still doesn’t even sound like a real year to me. I graduated high school in 2000. I started working here in 2005. When people refer to something being from “ten years ago,” my mind still turns to the 90s.
So it’s not having a kid, or owning a home, or having a career. It’s getting emails about future graduating classes. And other similarly inconsequential things.
How I Know I’m Getting Older
- Waking up at 9 am, which used to be a perfectly respectable wake-up time, now feels like I’m sleeping half the damn day away.
- I have favorite tupperware. It’s got an attached lid (whaaaaaat. I hope whoever figured that out got a medal. Seriously. I’ll start with fifty Tupperware lids and wind up with five. Attached is the way to go.)
- I get excited when we go to the “nice” supermarket, and I’ll take an extra leisurely stroll down the expansive ethnic food and produce aisles. Do I buy anything different? No. I seriously just window shop produce, now. It’s concerning.
- I look forward to cleaning days with the same fervor and enthusiasm with which I used to anticipate snow days as a kid. Days when I can get up early, get myself a big mug of coffee, kiss my husband and son goodbye for the day, and just clean?? Yaaaaaas.
- I can no longer count my grey hairs. They are legion.
- I weirdly care more about cultivating an image, but care less if some people don’t like that image. Meaning, I guess, that I’ve become more concerned with being happy with the way I present myself, and less concerned about others being happy with it.
- I’m obsessed with The Dollar Tree, discount stores, thrift shops, and over-all just getting more for less. Which isn’t strictly an age thing, I suppose, but for me there’s been a definite upwardly thrifty trend as I’ve gotten older.
- I’m basically ready for bed after one glass of wine. Which rarely stops me from having my second glass of wine, but means I now put on my pajamas first.
- I need coffee more now than ever in order to feel human, but that same amount of coffee now gives me the caffeine shakes.I used to be able to drink a large Dunks Coolata before bed and sleep like a baby. Now I have a cup of coffee with breakfast and I’m trembling like a leaf by 10 am.
- I have “bad” body parts. Like, the other day, I complained to my husband that my “bad ankle” was acting up, and suddenly it was like, ‘oh crap – I have a bad ankle. This is how it starts – this is how the whole system starts to crumble.’
- I’m now over a decade older than all six Friends during Season One. Whaaaat.
- THEY ARE REBOOTING A REBOOT OF A SHOW I WATCHED AS A KID. No one should live long enough to see such atrocities.
- I once told a student I loved vintage video games – the really old school stuff – and he replied with, “oh you mean like the N64?” This was, itself, already several years ago. I’m terrified if I said this today, the kid would be like, “Oh, you mean like the PS2?”
- I buy a lot of tunics, now. I don’t know, is this an age thing? I don’t remember owning this many when I was younger.
- We listen to the radio when we ride the bus for student internships and I recognize literally none of the songs on the radio anymore.
How and when do you most feel your age? Comment down below!