Crap! I’m 60

I dreaded hitting age 60.  I knew in the back of my mind that everything would actually be the same and this was just a fear.

Four days before my 60th birthday I developed my first siatica problem . . . big time pain for no apparent reason.  Then days after that birthday my right knee began to give out.  The timing for this could not have been worse.

Almost simultaneously I began “observing” other generations and dwelling on the fact that I was once that age, I “should” be that age, how in heck can I be 60?!

Then I realized that things from my teenage years were considered “vintage”.  That hurt.

Now I observe coworkers in their 20’s who are ruling the roost . . . thinking that they know everything about everything and having the confidence needed to keep them moving up the ladder.  They haven’t been married yet, had babies yet, had grandbabies yet, lost a parent yet, dealt with so many experiences.

Here I sit, observing as my siatica and leg hurt me.

I wobble as I walk. I don’t recognize the person in the mirror.  I wonder how 20 year olds will never realize how pretty and in shape they are as they live life at that moment.

Deep thoughts seem to continue to float inside of the 60 year old me.

I need to rest now.