Wait for it…
Sally O’Malley is my hero – still kicking and stretching and kicking at fifty. It was a sad day when Molly Shannon left SNL and took Sally with her. I miss Sally’s unique zest for life and her fabulous red jumpsuit.
BIG birthday for me in a few days. 60. Epic. I joke around with people, “I don’t how this happened!” [obligatory smile], but the brutal and mystifying truth is I really DON’T know how this happened.
Just a few years ago I was part of the all powerful, forever young Baby Boomers right? The Pepsi generation. Sex, love, and rock and roll. Tuned in and turned on. A hot babe in hot pants on the prowl for a hot time. Cue snare drum strut…
Now, apparently out of the blue, the Regal Cinemas ticket lady is giving me the senior discount (she didn’t even ASK me how old I was!), I have no clue who the guy is on the cover of the People Sexiest Man Alive issue and I’m still hot, but not in the good way.
What a mystery – the passage of time. Small, subtle changes like the wearing down of bedrock by a small, but relentless stream. Day to day you don’t notice any changes but come back years later and it’s a whole different story. The Grand Canyon, you know?
Graying hair, acid reflux, sore joints, jowls (ick!), techno/pop impaired. Bummer man…
As a young goddess, I rolled my eyes when “older folks” nattered on about how fast their lives went by, their regret for not doing more, seeing more, being more – blah, blah, blah. Boring… Of course my life was going to be different – I would have it all under control.
How’d that work out for you girlfriend?
So now what? Like bedrock, change. Adjust. Transform. No food after 7 PM, ice knees, hormone therapy, smile at the Regal Cinemas lady, Google Adam Levine. Run some half-marathons, start a blog, road trips to visit old friends and distant lands, tweet with professional cyclists. Blah, blah, blah.
And of course I will KICK and STRECH and KICK!
Aging Gracefully My Ass 