Do we call a group of flamingos a “flamboyance” because flamingos are such an effective demonstration of the quality we call “flamboyance” or do we have a quality called “flamboyance” based on the name for a group of flamingos? What came first… the flamingo or the flamboyance?
“Why does the English language not have gender-neutral third person singular pronouns? Isn’t it really irritating to have to keep saying or writing “he” or “she” and “him” and “her?” Wouldn’t it be so much easier to be able to use one pronoun? Since I am thinking it up, I think I should get to create the words. I propose the words “te” and “ter” in honor of… well, me.
How can a state claim to be in the middle of a drought when my feet are regularly died the color of my shoes because of the torrential rainstorms I must navigate to get from my car to the grocery store?
How did I ever get to be 60 years old?
Yes, I turned 60 the other day. I can’t believe it. I don’t feel 60. As much as I identify as Tinker Bell, I admit that there is some Peter Pan in me, too. I never really grow up. I guess that means I don’t really grow old, either. At least, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I remember asking my father, thirty years ago, “How did I ever get to be 30?” He was less than sympathetic. He responded, “How do you think it feels to have a daughter who is 30?” Maybe it is partly because I do not have children aging in front of me that I lose perspective about the passage of time. I know it always jolts me into a cruel reality when I see kids I knew as youngsters “suddenly” graduating, getting married, or celebrating other such milestones. I gave a baby shower for a friend of mine not too long ago. That baby now has a graduate degree, is married, and has a baby of his own. Could it really be that “not too long ago” was actually the mid-eighties?
I have school pictures of my godson and his older brother on my wall. The pictures date from a time when you could articulate their ages with one digit. Heck, you barely needed two hands to count the number of years in their ages. I also have a family picture with them in it from around 2005. They were two combustible packages of energy throwing themselves into the job of growing up. I saw them a couple of years ago and they were both taller than I am. They don’t even look like the same people.
Do I look like the same person I was 15 years ago? I think I do. I look older, certainly, but I am sure you could pick me out of a lineup today if you met me in 2004. I probably don’t even look that different than I did when I was lamenting my 30th year to my father. Older, wrinklier, and creakier, certainly. I don’t claim that the ravages of time have left me unaltered. The point is, I still look like the same person.
I feel like the same person, too. If anything, I have aged younger in the last few years. Free from the stressors of work and many of the expectations I used to impose on myself, I am much freer than I used to be. My heart is lighter and I am much less… well… fraught.
I hope to continue on my current anti-aging path for at least a few more years. I think I can fool my body into believing it is younger than it is. Some people try to turn back the hands of time with plastic surgery, trendy clothes, or social media picture filters. I do it by mind control. I celebrated my 60th birthday at the Magic Kingdom. That has got to count for something!
Where did the time go? Do the years sneak up on you, too? Tell us about it! Please share your perspective by leaving a comment. In the alternative, you can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Have a mysterious day!