Today is my friend's birthday, which is gratifying, as she can no longer rib me about being older, as she has for the last three months. We often celebrate her birthday together, but we didn't this year, and I miss that. I hope to see her in early February, and it will be here in a blink of an eye, I know, but still. Birthdays are hard, and I appreciate my friends and family's thoughtfulness to ease me through. Basically, we don't know how in the hell we got this old, and we know we should feel grateful, but along with that comes some bafflement about how to be. My parents died decades ago, so I don't have a solid model for how this works, and neither does my best friend. We're winging it, as they say.
I have been growing my hair out, because I don't care anymore if I'm too old for long hair, or look like a witch (at least a witch has powers). I just like my hair long, so there! Otherwise, I think I am basically age appropriate, and semi dignified, but if I want a nest on my head, so what. There may be other rebellions in the offing, who knows. And who cares?! Us invisible elderly, free at last.
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