Thursday Thoughts: Getting old…

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I’m getting old.  Made it to 40 this year and really didn’t think it was all that big of a deal, but several months in I am noticing some signs of my rapidly advancing years.  The biggest one recently is that I believe I am going to need bifocals soon, or next time I go into get new glasses.  I have had my vision corrected since I was 10 years old, wow 30 years now…, anyway I have caught myself holding books and other reading material further and further from my face or just taking my glasses off altogether.  I had just talked myself into giving contacts a try dammit,  I wonder if I still can.

I fear I am becoming more prudish too.  I still love my romance books, but find myself glossing over the intimate scenes more often.  One or two is fine, but I want to story to be more about the building of the relationship or something else going on in the world than their time between the sheets, or against the wall…

I am less drawn to YA books.  Gasp, I know how awful.  I can’t remember the last time I read one, and I keep putting off the few remaining titles I have already on my to-read list.  I am just tired of the teenage angst and school settings.  Now perhaps college or university age wouldn’t bother me so much, but I am over the high school drama.

Some non-reading observations.  I can no longer live like a college student.  I need a bed time, I want a bed time and three nights of up past midnight leaves me wiped for days.  I’m still recovering from last weekend. I also caught myself thinking “But it wasn’t like this when I went here” several times.  This is the equivalent of ‘this is how we have always done it’, that I hate hearing from others when we try to introduce new ideas to the county fair.  I have also noticed that my bladder is giving me far less advance warning that I need to visit the restroom and becomes very insistent that I need to go NOW.  That may have something to do with the six bottles of water I drink everyday now though.

I am old, and that’s okay.  I don’t think I would want to be 20 or even early 30’s again, well except for the vision part, that really sucks.  I am comfortable in my current phase of life.  Much of the drama is gone, I can have an opinion and not give a damn what others think and I am quickly approaching the age where my body will stop thinking it needs to reproduce, common menopause!   Forty is mid-life and I plan to enjoy the second half much more than I did the first.  Kinda sad that it takes us half a life to figure much of that out.

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