Time goes by fast
Those are four words I have heard repeated over and over since I was a young child. Time IS slipping away! The phrase makes perfect sense, unlike the photo displayed above.
So why am I always completely taken back when I realize my age? I’m not old by any means, and in another 10 years I’ll surely look back at this time and consider myself a baby.
It is said that age is a state of mind. In my mind I’m about 28. It’s a mind game, and it’s not funny.
The 20 year old waitress, actor and athlete, in my demented mind, all look the same age as me. My mentality fogs the truth and then I nearly die of shock when I do the math and realize I’m over 10 years older than them. It takes my breath away. I then usually check my math with a calculator.
I do not want to be 20 again, although I miss the constant hilariousness of my youth. Those of you who know me from childhood have many forms of blackmail to dangle and taunt me with, thank heaven there was no youtube when I was in high school. I guess it’s the blackmail or the stories that matter, right? Everyone has a story.
The length of my story is starting to show up in photographs. I am often shocked at my image in recent photos. Did you hear that confession? It’s not one I embrace often, you may want to bookmark this page for proof that it was said. I like who I am today, I just can’t get over the fact that my eyes have little lines and all the sun damage I swore I’d never care about is starting to bug me. Damn all that sunbathing and baby oil.
In my story, the circus act childbearing chapter just ended. It has been bitter sweet. As women we know whether or not we want to have children early on, and if we do, it is something we figure into the equation of our life plan. When I was a girl, I played with dolls and daydreamed about the names I would give my children. Becoming a mom always seemed far in my distant future. Then, POOF, over night I have three little creatures calling me momma. I’m still amazed I gave birth. Wow, I did that? Are you sure? Because I’m certain I was camping overnight in line for Billy Idol tickets with my girlfriends, like yesterday.
Once the baby factory is closed for good it is easy to feel a little old, even though in your mind you are still young enough to prank call that cute guy in political science class. Conversations with my girlfriends have changed from “should I date/marry that older established man? Maternity boobs, and weddings”, to “should I date/marry that younger guy? Spanx, and Botox”.
I still watch Billy Idol videos, not because of the awesome music, but because he is a babe. Twenty years ago I would have said “total hot babe”. My age as taught me to simplify.
I was asked by a 22-year-old college guy whether or not it is appropriate to go after a girl who has a boyfriend. My immediate reply was “yea, go for it”. It was a simple natural response and I meant it, but I stopped myself and followed it with “however, my answer would have probably been different 11+ years ago”.
In my mind I was saying, “simplify, my man, simplify. Go for it, and keep it fun, because time goes by fast”.
Whatever Anywho people,
I’ve got my Ramones t-shirt on, a video camera, a can of spray paint, a mega pack of toliet paper, and Map Quest in my car, who wants to go?
Can we go get a latte and spray tanned first?
Yes, we can listen to David Bowie, we will listen to Prince first though.
Then we will go and make a music video, we can’t let these crazy kids take control of our turf.
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