On Friday night I was volunteering for a young adult event, sitting at the registration table between two college interns aged 21 and 20. I’m 40. First, I realized quickly I was old enough to be their (very young) mother. And that made me feel uneasy. They assured me I didn’t “look 40.” Super sweet but the reality is, I am 40.
When I left the event around 9:15pm, they said, “Why are you leaving so early?”
My response: “I’m 40 and tired, and that’s the beauty of aging – you can leave an event early if you feel like it.” I went home and watched an episode of Tyrant on Hulu.
Last night a late 20-something guy wrote to me on OkCupid and said, “There’s no way you’re 40. You’re 30 at the most.” I loved it. But it also annoyed me. Because I am 40.
I’m not saying I want to be treated like an older person, but at the same time, I have 40 years of life behind me. I started working full-time around 24, so I’ve got 16 years under my belt. And if you think about my first job at age 11 as a babysitter of 3 boys, I’ve been working for nearly 30 years.
It’s a tough age to be single. Someone with kids once said he wasn’t sure we could date because I don’t have kids. I’m basically too old to have kids so that ship has sailed. Yet because I don’t have kids I can pick up at a moment’s notice and meet a friend for dinner or drinks…if I’m not working or volunteering.
Is age but a number?
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