At age 2, I tried to act like a 4 year old.
When I was 8, I tried to act 16.
When I was 16, I tried to act as if I was 21.
When I was 21, I tried to act 30.
When I was 30, I tried to look like I was 20.
When I was 40, I tried to act 30 again.
When I was 60, I realized I could act any damn age I wanted to!
Some days I find myself dancing around my house like I used to do when I was a little girl and other days I want to sit in my favorite chair like a great grandma might do. The other night I went out to dinner with a girlfriend and we giggled like we were teenagers. When I watch the Arizona Wildcats basketball team play, I feel like I am in college again, rooting for my alma mater.
Right now I am about to take a bubble bath. I will probably make bubble animals and feel like I am 4 again. What? You never felt like being 4 again? Come on!
Then, I will wash my face, and if I see a blemish, I will feel like a teenager again. When I pull out all of my jars of “wrinkle free” face creams, I will feel like I am 102. Perhaps when I put on my face creams tonight, I am going to pretend it is baby lotion so my emotional age is 2! Yes, the “terrible” 2’s! I want to get into some trouble tonight! I must remember to warn my husband David…now I am in my 20’s again!
Life after 60 is a roller coaster—one minute I’m trolling the web for anti-aging advice and the next I’m craving a Disney costume (I love Pooh Bear!) or a cat suit to spice up my life.
What’s your emotional age?????
