I don’t normally worry all that much about my age. I’m not one of those women that wears lots of make up or invests in expensive lotions and potions to keep the wrinkles at bay. But, every now and then I’m reminded how old I really am….and sometimes it is like I punch to the stomach.
I was teaching a Year 7 class the other day and one of the kids said that something had made him feel nostalgic. I asked him when it was from, thinking that he would say it was from the 1950’s or some other bygone era.
He said 2016.
My heart sank as I realised that these kids were born in 2008 and that was almost half a life time ago for them. For me, 2016 feels like yesterday.
I know that there are going to be so many things that I hear in school that make me feel this old. I could cringe and feel terrible, but I’m choosing to feel great about the fact that I’ve got a tonne of stories these kids are too young to have.
I’ve lived a life and I still have so much more to go; I may not even be half way yet, so how much more have I got to experience?