We are not getting any younger

 I passed the 30s milestone two years ago.  I can honestly say that it wasn't the happiest day in my life as I was crying most of the day,thinking of where I'm going with my life and what I have achieved.  I don't have 2.5 perfect kids running around, I don't live in a mansion with white picket fence(very American I know) or I don't live on a wine farm with vineyards as far as the eye can see and I don't have a prince of a husband who swept me of my feet. Nope. None of the above would be the box I tick.  I suppose one can say like many of my single friends our lives can be compared to that of Bridget Jones.  Lots of alcohol, lots of stupid behavior, commitment issues, some one night  stands we would want to forget and just maybe a bit of immaturity that our married friends won't always understand or agree with. 

I think last year was the first time I realized I was really getting older. Before it was just a worry not a reality.  I hurt my knee.  Which was actually ironic since I did a very tough 12km obstacle course a few months before that.  I also climbed Kilimanjaro the previous year.  And no serious injuries except a couple of bruises and some missing toe nails from Kili.  But a simple thing like crossing the road,slipping on nothing, not even a banana peel and a strained knee ligament.  It took forever to heal.  A few years ago a similar injury would not have been such an issue but now with "age" everything heals and repairs itself so much slower or not even at all.

I recently, well a week ago to be exact, joined an online dating site.  A move of desperation to get myself on track again to meet the requirements or expectations of someone my age(2.5kids,white picket fence and a Prince Charming).  I met a guy who is 40.  Well met him virtually, on the internet realm.  When I told some of my friends his age they were a bit in shock,saying it seems so old.  40 does seem so so old and so far away.  But after  some consideration and bit of basic math I realised that 40 is not double digits away any more.  We in our 30s now.  I think somewhere in my heart I still believe I'm in my early 20s though, living it up. 

This week I experienced another age shock to the system.  I went to the doctor because I felt under the weather.  Nothing serious,just a bit of tiredness.  The doctor suggested to take blood samples to run cholesterol, diabetes, sugar and all those old people diseases tests to see why I'm constantly tired.  I instantly went into denial and haven't been back to go for the tests.  I will go as soon as I'm mentally prepared for it.  My one friend said we are not yesterday's children anymore and that I should just go and do the test.  Say what....I ain't that old.  

Growing up I always wanted to live in Neverland.  Not the place where The King of pop,Michael Jackson resided but the place where Peter Pan is from. I used to dream about living there,never growing up and of course being able to fly.  I think both Michael Jackson and I suffered from Peter Pan Syndrome.   I googled Peter Pan syndrome, thought it was something I made up, but it is a real thing. According to Wikepedia "Peter Pan Syndrome refers to younger generations' perceived unwillingness to grow up and their corresponding alleged immature behaviors". Sounds really familiar.

Growing older is inevitable but growing up is a choice. I will always be young at heart and I measure it by the joy I experience going on fast roller coasters.  The minute roller coasters aren't fun anymore will be the minute I'm completely grown up.  So here is to the wisdom that comes with age, some gray hair(which miraculously I ain't got none) and slow metabolisms.  And of course lots of anti-wrinkle.  

Cheers