This week I want to talk about me. Well, laugh! I always want to talk about me. I want you to imagine me going through all of these signs of getting older AND I want you to realize it will someday happen to you, so don’t laugh too hard.
Signs I am getting older:
I can’t see shit without my glasses anymore.
I have no patience for well, anything. My first response is always bitch face.
I am starting to identify with the term crotchety.
My bones crack when I get up after sitting for a while.
I can still drop it like it’s hot, but I can’t always get it back up.
I have laugh lines even though I am not smiling and cellulite is my constant companion.
Grey is now mostly my natural hair color.
I need and take naps.
I answer a lot of questions with “because I said so”.
I avoid lifting heavy things when my kids are around.
My kids clued me in to new social media sites.
Cashiers call me “ma’am” at stores now.
I care less about what people think about me.
I like myself a lot more than I did when I was younger. I feel like I am more comfortable in my own skin. That’s the best thing I’ve found about getting older.