Getting older

I think we've entered a new phase of getting older recently. For the first time we know someone who's getting divorced. Lots of our friends had early 'starter marriages' but this is a family that's breaking up now and it's so sad.

The other thing that's happened to remind me of my age is that a friend has just had Botox. I've joked about getting it for years but now people my age are actually doing it and believe me I made sure to get all the details for possible future use. In the meantime I had my bangs cut again. I had been growing them out but I've aged a lot in the 2.5 years since I first cut them. With all my hair off my face I looked so much older, and not in a sophisticated good way. More a 'god, you need to get some sleep' kind of way. So the bangs are back and the number for the Botox doc is burning a hole in my pocket.

There are good things to getting older. I really don't think Jason and I will have anymore children and now that the breeding years are behind me I'm starting to think of my body as mine again. I have a different relationship with my body when I think I might be sub-letting it out sometime in the near future. Things are softer, more plump, more comforting for any little guests. Now I'm starting to think about prolonging life rather than reproducing it. I see it in my friends too. Everyone seems to be getting fit and eating more healthy. We have to get serious about it all now. We're not just dabbling anymore, it's the real thing. We're reaching the age of high cholesterol, bad backs and heart attacks. Grim.

Even so, I know these are the halcyon days we'll look back on. When we're truly old and grey this is the time, when the children are young, that we'll remember. When we look back it will seem all sunshine and joy. We must be sure not to miss it while it's really happening.