I know I’m finally middle-aged because I’m actually glad to be older and wiser.
I’m now one of those people who remembers the 80s and 90s and proclaims them the ‘good ole days’.
I go to bed at 10:00.
I’m fat and I don’t care anymore.
I think about things like nursing homes and social security and death.
My kids don’t want me to hang out with them.
I know what life ‘used to be like’ before the internet and phones ruined everything.
I mourn the loss of childhood.
I pray all the time.
I enjoy the little things, like my morning coffee and a decent night’s sleep.
I look at the old lady clothes in the store and think they look comfy.
I’ve started collecting cats AND dogs.
I’m making friends with other women my age, after years of having mostly guy friends.
I no longer speak every thought that pops into my head, but I’m full of good advice.
I think people younger than 40 are ‘kids’.
I’m glad it only took 55 years to reach this point!