Stamina has always been my Achilles heel. As a school child, staying awake to complete hours of homework was a challenge; I usually had to wake up early to finish it and to study for tests and exams. As college approached, I embarked upon the opposite of sleep training so that I could stay up late and party.
This morning, as I was awoken by noisy, happy kids (is that better or worse than the alarm clock, I’m not sure?) I felt like I had been hit by a truck. The day prior was spent flying to Atlanta and back for a three-hour business meeting – my day started at 4am and ended at 10pm. It occurred to me, as I groggily got up and meandered through my work day feeling spacey, wan and unproductive, that I just don’t bounce back like I used to. That I used to be able to withstand stressful, long hours at the office, then go out to drink and party – and still wake up the next day bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, able to operate like the PR ninja that I am.
Not so much today.
The sad reality is that I’m just not as young as I used to be. And when I think more about this, the signs are clear and staring right at my ever-so-slightly wrinkly (those are laugh lines) face. Because:
- Wearing heels more than 2″ high doesn’t just make my feet sore – it makes my hips and back ache.
- A stressful day or a late night makes me feel hung over – without any of the fun.
- More than two glasses of wine gives me heartburn.
- I can barely see straight when I drive at night.
- To put mascara on, I have to get really, really close to the mirror.
- Thoughts come into my mind and then ….. oh wow, I have no clue what I was going to write ….
- I get into the car bum first, then swing my feet in. And in reverse to get out.
- Songs I love are now referred to as “oldies.”
- Fashions I used to wear are now either retro – or making a comeback.
- The belly pooch is here to stay, no matter what.
- Several of my work colleagues are technically young enough to be my offspring.
- Policemen are getting younger and younger (that’s a British expression, I think.)
The good news however, because I like to keep the glass half full is that, despite my age, I am still silly and I don’t take myself too seriously. I can hang with the young’uns at the office and hold my own. I’m down with at least 30 percent of what’s hip music-wise. I will see The Hunger Games and be culturally relevant. I still get checked out from time to time. I’m on Facebook lots (that’s still cool, right?)
And so, despite my advancing years, I guess it’s better to adopt a Mark Twain attitude than complain.