Still writing and finding ideas for the Slice of Life Challenge at the blog, Two Writing Teachers.
In a grouping of pictures in my front hallway hangs a drawing of what looks like an older man; it is inscribed with the quote: “How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?” Recent months have brought the saying: 50 is the new 40. According to USA Today, March 3, 2010, “Baby Boomers, born between 1946 and 1964, make up about 26.1% of the U.S. population, or an estimated 78 million people.” I am one of this group, actually a little older, surprised that I might now be called ‘old’, but celebrating the one thing about aging that holds positives: anonymity.
Anonymity protects from hurtful remarks; people might offer a compliment or two, but generally I am considered ‘okay’, and allowed to choose the dresses, pants, jewelry and shoes I wear, with no reprisals. My family and my friends no longer dictate my fashion tastes. They are all mine. This is freedom in a way, but can descend into invisibility as well, not so fun. Once in a while, I do want someone to notice my choice of the latest shoes, a different haircut, the flashy earrings. I care how I look, and I cherish both the compliments and the freedom of choices.
The anonymity allows me to try different kinds of living my life with little fear of someone saying “better not”, because I might hurt my family, harm my career, even embarrass myself . I can dress up in crazy costumes at Halloween, write funny stories that are for my grandchildren or only for my own amusement, and travel anywhere that pleases. Most days I like this; on a few days, it’s a little more challenging. How old would you be...?