On the subject of acting one’s age….
I just read an amazing article on a group of older women reclaiming the fashion world for themselves. Now, I won’t lie. I know not of fashion. I am a fashion illiterate. But I do know something about people, and I love love love that these women are defying ageism in a powerful and enthusiastic way.
You see, it occurred to me, just a few days ago, that I am 48 years old. Yes, that’s a “4” followed by an “8.” Two years shy of half a century.
I have to be honest with you here–I don’t feel forty-eight. I am not 100% certain I know what 48 is even supposed to feel like. But the fact that I’m staring down the barrel of fifty, along with pretty much everybody I grew up with, has given me pause.
I look at my life and think, well, a lot of it was pretty darned good. I’ve had some adventures, met some amazing people, and learned a lot. And I’m in no hurry to stop doing those things. As long as I don’t stare too closely at what my peers are doing and make the mistake of comparing myself to them (because, really, why?), I’m actually quite happy with how my life has progressed.
I’m very much looking forward to my 50s. I’m looking forward to seeing what adventures I’ll have, what sights I will see, and who I will become. I’m looking forward to seeing what new miracles all these brilliant minds will come up with next (seriously–who thought of e-books? Because I want to send them a tin of candy at the holidays). I’m looking forward to learning more, understanding more, and experiencing what life has to offer.
Yes, I do fall into the ageist trap once in a while. My coordinator at work (all of 29 years old) mentioned the other day that she’d never seen a rotary phone in her life. I explained to her that she needed to stop talking, please. But aside from the random pop culture disconnect, I actually love spending time with younger people. They live in such a different world than the one I grew up in, and they have a truly different perspective.
When I was younger, I sought out older friends. I still do, to be fair. But I’m discovering that age is not really what I’m looking at. Your soul doesn’t really notice the age of your body, or of those around you. Your soul simply sees itself and other souls it encounters. Whether you are fifteen or fifty-five, eighteen or eighty, your soul is ageless.
If the ladies of Advanced Style are changing the rules for fashion, on the other end of the age scale there’s Madison Kimrey,the teenage wunderkind whose blog is rocking feminism and activism with her take-no-prisoners attitude. (Her much-publicized call-out to anti-feminist icon Phyllis Schafly was an epic study in intellectual smacking-down.)
I don’t feel 48. Madison Kimrey doesn’t write like a teenager. And the Advanced Style ladies certainly don’t dress like little old ladies.
Age is just a number, folks. All that matters is who you are, how you live, and what you bring to the table.
Have a good night–sweet dreams.
Background Music: Cats Sleeping On Clouds by Maneki Neko