53
When someone told me they were 53, it sounded old. It still does. But now that's me. Fuck. I'm old. I have not had a good 50s year yet. I was taking care of my mom through most of my 50th year. Then she died two weeks before my 51st birthday. That was a sad year. I can't tell you much about 52. It was a busy year. I moved in with my partner, prepped my kids for college and tried (and failed) to figure out what I want to do with my life. Fifty three. Fifty three. Any way I say it, it sounds old. This is the first year I feel old. When I look in the mirror, I'm surprised by what I see. The stress of the last few years is evident now. I have lines I didn't have before. I have two children in COLLEGE. I'm super proud of them but it still feels weird. I am old enough to be the parent of several of my interpreters. That's horrifying. It's not the first time this has happened to me. I clearly remember a few years ago when a good fri