Lately I've been feeling old. Even though I'm not that old. (Really, I'm not!)
And generally I don't feel the age thing, since I'm only 32 and am an active, healthy person. My habits of eating dinner at 4:30 pm, going to bed at 9, and/or hating loud music don't even dent my mental image of my being a cool, twenty-something momma. I just don't see myself as a crotchity old lady, even if I know (deep... deep down) my twenties are behind me.
Instances recently, though, have made me wonder if I am old and out-dated on the coolness scale.
For one, I'm not up on the acronym/texting lingo. I mean, I just barely learned what LOL and BFF meant! And then I had to learn what LMAO and IMHO stand for.... There are so many, how does one keep track?
Last week was my birthday and the day before I went on a field trip with my Kindergartener's class. We had a great time, but as we were on the bus headed home, my daughter tells everyone, "My mom's birthday is tomorrow and she's going to be 32!" Of course all her friends proceed to tell me that THEIR mothers are 26 or 28!
"That makes you older, Mrs. Alston," they told me, rubbing it in unintentionally.
The icing on the over-the-hill cake though, was when the kids asked their teacher how old she was and SHE said she was 26 too! I felt old. I knew their teacher was young, but I didn't know she was that much younger than me.
Normally all these things wouldn't bother me, but as I've started free-writing my first contemporary novel, I feel too uncool to be writing a hip teen book (is hip even a word I can USE anymore?). So, with my mental block in place, I'll stumble ahead anyway and hope that my coolness will come back sometime.