Okay, so my last full day of being 47. That means, that technically, I cannot (as my sister so valiantly wants to stress to me), I cannot round DOWN anymore. At least not this decade. for the next 8 or so years, I can say that I’m about 50! OMG, 50. Half a century! Five decades… W-O-W.
Some things that I can no longer do at this age: 1) I can no longer sit with my little kindergarteners, cross-legged on the floor without having them help me up… 2) I can no longer answer a questionnaire that asks what age bracket I’m in (40-45)… 3) I can no longer get piss-eyed drunk with my friends (not that I would anyway, but I kind of liked the idea that I COULD)… 4) I can no longer understand teenagers (well, that’s been for a while now… I understand my parents a little better)… 5) I can no longer understand Sponge Bob (again, not that I could, but even less so now)…
Some things that I can do at this age: 1) speak with authority, and people actually pay attention… 2) drive like an old man and people understand (sorry all you senior folk who do drive, but some of you, WHOA)… 3) I can drink most kids half my age, under the table (YEAH – again, not that that happens, but it’s nice to know that my system now has a tolerance that it didn’t when I was younger)… 4) I can still pass for 35-40 (I know, not really a ‘what I can do’ as much as ‘who I am’ and ‘GOOD GENES’)… 5) Barter, barter, barter (I don’t believe when some young fart tells me something will cost $100, when I can get it for $25)…
I can remember when two people, Doug Garrett and my father, turning 40. Mom had baked a cake and decorated it herself (I’m pretty sure this one was for Doug Garrett), and she had piped in icing, “Life Begins At 40”. I know that that is not original, but I was curious what it meant – until I turned 40. In some ways, yes, life had begun at 40 for me… a new life in Taiwan.
As for dad, when he turned 40, all I remember, even to this day (and forgive me dad), was I hoped I would never be that old! Well, I well into those years, and honestly, they’ve flown by so fast, I can’t honestly remember my 40th birthday.
I remember a few months ago, someone commenting on their age on television… it went something like this (and I’ll paraphrase for me), “My body feels 50; my mind feels 30; and my attitude (at times) feels 20!” Yes, I guess being around kids all day long, 7 days a week, I sometimes don’t feel much older than them… more like a big brother, rather than an old teacher. My mind is still active (as far as I know; just a sec, let me check – – – – – yup, it is), but the body knows for sure!
I know that I’m going on about getting older, but in reality, I still think that age is a state of mind. I know people here in Taiwan, and in Canada, who are in their 30’s who act more like 50. Some of them even look more like 50 than 30. But that’s a whole other topic. I don’t like when someone treats me like I’m still a kid, who knows nothing. Maybe it’s perception, but hell, a teenager talking to ME like I’m just a couple years older? Give me a break. Maybe, because of what they SEE, they think I’m a younger. I like surprising the crap out of them by telling them my real age… AND, I have no problem telling people how old I am. I’m actually proud of the fact that I’ve gotten (very close) to the ‘half century’ mark.
My only wish for this birthday, is that the next 150 years are just as good to me, as the past 50… or so have been.