I never thought I was old till last year, I am 54. Now, Reading this, I feel young.
Well some days. I agree about the knees thing, Got down on the floor in the kitchen to rumage in the cupboard for a pan and it was a groan session getting back up!
"you can only ride the drama llama so hard before it decides to spit in your face." Caffeinated.
No one expects you to look sexy every second;
Or be on the fast track to a stratospheric career;
Or be able to party all night;
Or "Have It All;"
Or have six-pack abs, nonexistent hips and a gym-toned butt;
Or ride 6 horses a day without getting tired;
Or have perfect children, Prince Charming and a white picket fence.
Sooo . . . if you can pull off ANY of these things, you're a winner!
(The rest of us don't care, and just enjoy sleeping in . . . )
I do have to say, I am enjoying the liberation which comes from knowing I no longer have a snowball's chance in hell of being mistaken for part of the hip crowd. Not much point in trying to protect the reputation I don't have.