Sunday, May 28, 2017

I'm feeling 41

Lately, things are different.

Men are absolutely going out of their way to assist me.

What are you looking for?

Can I help?

Can I get you that?

Oh let me!

It's nice. Doors are opening that didn't open before. Literally, men hold the door for me all the time now.

Honest to God, I can't figure out if it's because I've lost weight and now look "acceptable" enough for them to be nice to, or if it's because I'm old and their mamas raised them to respect the elderly.

I mean, I know 41 is not old and is definitely not elderly. Frankly, I feel better than I ever have in my life and that's the truth. I can run for miles, I can Zumba for hours, and I can do crazy, silly things like box jumps and burpees. The bags under my eyes don't lie though. I'm a middle-aged mother.

I keep seeing pictures of my high school friends and their boyfriends or husbands and I think, "Oh my God, why is she with that guy! He's so old!" and then I'm like, "Oh crap. We are too." I'm twenty-four years out of high school. The boys I went to high school with are men now and some of them are men with gray beards and beer bellies.

It's...a bit jarring. If my nieces and nephews start dabbing (the dance one, not the drugs one) I totally know what they are doing (and I know it's both a dance and a drug thing) and probably will even join in. I'm way too old to join in and I feel pretty strongly that I'm not supposed to this stuff.

I don't know.

I'll take the help though. If anyone wants to reach things off high shelves for me or open jars or hold doors, I always appreciate it.

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