Aging Unapologetically and Loving Every Minute of It
Aging is not the “death sentence” you think it is at 29.
I don’t think there’s any natural process that people fear more than aging — except maybe death itself.
I read an article this morning by a woman “about to” turn 30 who was lamenting over the fact that she hadn’t “figured out” life yet. She spoke as though she was expecting to enter menopause next week and that retirement was looming just around the corner.
Then, I read an article that states that Gen Z is aging faster than Millennials, and it’s being suggested that the premature use of cosmetic procedures to avoid aging is causing them to show signs of aging even faster.
In the meantime, my husband and I were just exchanging stories yesterday of things that happened 40 years ago. We grew up in the same small town, so we can relate to and appreciate each other’s trips down memory lane.
And it hit me… “Shit… by society’s standards — I’m old.”
Truthfully, I Don’t Even Remember 30
My 30th birthday was so long ago that I don’t even remember it. As a member of the “work hard, play hard” generation, I’m certain it probably involved way too much alcohol.
