I’m going to start this off by saying I know I’m not old in terms of real age. But I know myself and my own personal signs of “aging,” so trust me when I say, I know I’m getting older…
…the most visible sign would be the gray hairs sprouting from my head. I kid you not…I feel like I find a new strand every day. The thing that wigs me out the most is that I know a year ago I had maybe 5, and now I have 50 (or more…eek)!
…I convinced myself that Netflix screwed up my account. I knew with 100% certainty that I put a DVD in the mail on Friday and that I hadn’t received my new one yet. I just knew. I even put “call Netflix to complain” on my to do list for the week. I walk in the door today to find a new unopened Netflix envelope waiting for me next to my TV. Doh!
…I woke up this morning and thought to myself, “Parita, you really need to find some cute red heels for work. Something fun and summery.” I went through the motions of the morning with that thought in my head. I walked into my closet to pick out my outfit for the day, and what do I see sitting in the corner of my closet…an unworn pair of red heels that I picked up at Target a month or so ago. Another doh!
…lack of organization kills me, so does messiness. The other day I was talking to Vishnu, and we were discussing each of our habits and quirks and how we’ve changed over the years. All of a sudden, I look around and realize that although I will always love organization and neatness, I am starting to relax just a bit on all of that. Life is too short to freak out about a little mess or things lying around haphazardly. “Life is too short…” Yep, definitely something an “older” person would say.
…another obvious visible sign that only I probably notice is that I really do look older. Vishnu and I took a bunch of pictures before the engagement party this weekend, but I didn’t post any of them because I felt like I looked different and weird in the close up shots. Laugh all you want, but I have always been the girl that gets carded everywhere she goes. People at work sometimes tell me I don’t look a day over 18 (16 if I’m really lucky). I used to get so annoyed at those things, but now I don’t want them to stop! Come to think of it, neither of those has happened to me lately…eek!
Well, as cliché as this may sound, I know that regardless of how old I am or how old I look, I’ll always be young at heart! And anyone who knows me can attest to that.
Another thing I know is that my sense of style is definitely getting better with age…check out my red hot shoes…
Do you ever have moments where you say to yourself, “Yep, I’m definitely getting older!” and/or are you seeing any visible signs of aging like me?