Today’s prompt: frail. My first thought was old people.
Isn’t it funny how your perception of “old” changes as you get older? I’m 33. When I was younger (maybe 5 or 6) 33 was the age when you got gray hair. I’m 33 and still have all of my blonde hair (I have good genes, Dad is 58 and just went gray a few years ago, and not completely). Mom is 56. Sorry parents, but to younger Erin anybody in their 50s was ancient.
This woman has moxie. Kudos. Courtesy 2bp.blogspot.com
I’m currently in my room and I have the TV on. I’m listening to XM radio on Dish Network for inspiration for this post. It’s set on 90’s on 9. The current song is “You Learn” by Alanis Morissette from ’95. I remember it like it was yesterday, although I was in seventh grade. That was over twenty years ago!
To a 5 or 6 year, I should probably be graying, just like I thought at that age. But I guess when it comes to getting older, you have to listen to that little voice inside of you—not your graying hair or creaky joints.
Miss it? Don’t worry–it’ll be back next summer.
This post uses the photo challenge title “Now” as inspiration, but I’m obviously not using photography.
At this moment, here I sit in the kitchen, the house in disarray as the Christmas decorations come down. I hear the zipping of the bag containing our tree. Yes, it’s fake, something my 29-year-old sister is horrified at.
This time was always sad as a kid. Christmas was really over. Eleven more months, which was an eternity. Now, it’s kind of like, “The show’s over, back to your lives!” Almost a relief to return to normal.
Time flies at the age of 32. Although it’s dreary and bitter cold, by Southern California standards, it could be May 2015—seven months ago. Or at least it seems like it could be May. Or should be May.
So, with that logic, I guess Christmas will be back next summer, fake tree and all.
Image courtesy of historybuff.com