I have been told I am too short. Too small. And, too blonde. But never have I been told I was too old. Until last night.
Sorry, we need someone under 25. You are too old.
I don't like that. I don't like it one bit. It only confirms what I have been telling Richard, that we are old. I don't feel old. I really don't feel any older than I was 4 years ago. I may have more life experiences, a tad bit more wisdom, and some mistakes under my belt, but that doesn't mean you are old, does it?
I still feel like I can connect with the young crowd. My little bro seems to think I don't act too much like an old person. He thinks I am cool. Wait, is "cool" still the right word to use? And sure I may be ready to go to bed right at 10pm, but I still can have fun. Please don't tell me I am old because we like to play cards with our friends on Friday night.
For so long, I wanted to be older. Now I don't want to be younger, but I would like to freeze time for a while. Since that is not an option, I know I should learn some sort of lesson from this.
All my life I have been saying "someday." Someday I will have a house. Someday, we will have kids. Someday, I will find a young girl to meet with. Someday I will even teach young women. Someday, I will organize my desk. Someday, I will love Hubs better.
Someday is here. Before I know it, I will truly be old and I would hate to look back at 26 and wonder why I didn't seize the day then, take opportunities then.
So, for the first time I was told, "You are too old." The worst part was that it was to something I told myself I would do someday. Next time, I won't be too old. I'm gonna make my somedays, todays.