I’m middle aged and I’m not sure how I got here so quickly. I swear
just last year I was 25 and sun-kissed, basking in the joys of
youth. Then one day, things changed. I reached the point in life where strangers stopped addressing me as Miss, and started
calling me Ma'am.
Middle Age, just like Middle Earth, is an odd and
fantasy-filled place. I am living out those middle years, the
underwear years, between diapers. These are the years when I
am too old for a spaghetti-strap sundress, and too young to
wear slippers to the store. My fantasies of
being swept off my feet are replaced with finding a good
podiatrist, and staying awake past midnight on New Year's Eve is a real drag. This is Middle Age. This is Ma'amhood. I have arrived. There's no turning back.
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