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43ish- Getting Older and Having Fun doing it

I'm 43ish. Technically, my birth year gives me 43 years of age. But I can't tell you how many times have I looked around and questioned it. So I wonder, am I getting older and having more fun doing it?

Have you seen those comparison pictures going around the internet lately of a person who is 40 in 1980 vs a person who is 40 today? Google it. It is shocking.

I feel 43ish because some days I still feel like I need my dad to help me with simple math and other days (lately every day), I groan when I stand up after sitting for too long.

I want to hear the gossip of my nieces and nephew, and I find myself shocked at the behavior of their classmates.

I'm 43ish that I want to yell at the mean kids, but also cautious to say I only would, if I were there age. Sometimes I want to yell at the mean adults who are my age, or older, but I am 43ish, so I don't.

I go to bed at 8:30 most nights, but I'll throw a tantrum if I'm woken up before my 3:55am alarm.

I love to eat healthy, nutritional meals daily, but have no willpower around french fries, biscuits or Reese's cups. Like none, at all, I just won't say no. See, I'm 43ish.

I get my annual check ups and physicals and twice annual dental checks, and I still look for some kind of parting gift like a lollipop when I was a kid, when I leave the office. Peppermint? Sure! Travel size face wash? Don't mind if I do! Sample pack of supplements? Why the hell not?!

I work hard every single day and on a day where I want to do nothing, I won't budge from the couch. 43ish. I can run, not fast, but I can run a 5k, 10k, even a half marathon, I can lift things and carry things and help at the end and I can still sit on the grass with my shoes off and enjoy a beer after all that work...only 5 minutes after telling my underage nieces to go drink more water and eat a banana after doing the same exercise. I can adult and play.

In case you needed a reminder, the best part of being 43ish, or whatever Ageish you are, is getting to do whatever the hell I want, when I want, because I can. I can teach a lesson and I can learn one too. I can choose to work hard or lay on the couch. I can choose to cook a nutritious meal or open a box of mac n' cheese. I can throw a fit about a mean colleague to my partner and still welcome them to the meeting the following day. I'm 43ish...I can feel like a child in some cases, because I am someone's child still, and I can go to the liquor store and purchase a bottle of Peanut Butter Bourbon because I am legally allowed to do so, but always, a little bit insulted when the clerk calls me ma'am and does not ask for my ID.

43ish...may I always remain blissfully unaware how much my age truly shows on my face because my mind and my body keep me guessing, on the daily.

Race finish, beer earned
Adulting, running and beer

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