What’s Old Is New, Except Me

 

 

In exactly 1 year, 2 months and 13 days, I will be turning 40 years old. This hasn’t really bothered me that much, to be honest, until lately. There are so many signs all around me that are confirming, no wait, they’re hitting me in the face with the fact that I am no longer considered (gulp) young. In fact, I’m quickly realizing that even in the marketing world, what’s old is new, except me.

sigh

I think the day it really hit me was when I was sitting in the doctors office waiting to meet my oncologist for the first time and in walked a woman who looked like she was barely out of high school. Wait, lets do the math on this. After high school, one has to complete a bachelor degree = 4 years, after that add a medical degree + 4 years, then top it off with a residency and specialty + 2 years at least. So if my high school math is right, and she’s among the typical student who takes a year or 2 of general studies or extra residency at the end of her schooling that’s around 12 years. Yes, that makes her a minimum of 30 years old.

what?

I’m used to seeing doctors that are old and grey and smells like Old Spice and hair wax and uses old school methods of writing everything by hand. You know the guy. He’s the doctor that still uses the hunt and peck method of typing on the computer newly updated in each exam room while making grumbling sounds about all the “change” coming at him.

Need more evidence?

I get on the treadmill, as I do everyday, for my dose of Netflix and sweat and all of a sudden I’m being suggested titles like, Fuller House, the long over due continuation of the story of the Tanners and their extended family living under one roof plus the annoying best friend next door, who has grown up, had a child and is moving into the famous San Francisco house. To be honest, the cast looks AMAZING for their ages!

ummm, did google just tell me that DJ Tanner is the same age as me!?

 

 

Yeah, ok. Are you picking up a trend here? The more I surf thru Netflix, the more I find my childhood staring me in the face. My kids are watching old episodes of Jem and the Holograms and episodes of Care Bears and Popples, which I am proud to say, I was am the proud owner of dolls from all 3 of those shows, some of which might be in pristine condition in a box in my basement as we speak. But I won’t tell you which ones, only that I have 4 versions of the lead singer and I wanted to date a guy named Rio so badly.

Don’t you judge me.

It would seem that everything old is new, except me but I guess that’s going to have to be ok. Right? It IS going to be OK, right? I’m excited to share this part of my childhood with my kids. I love that they look at me and ask, what was life like when you were a kid and I can show them some fun pop culture icons to go along with my stories of walking to school in 4 feet of Winnipeg snow. Talk about a full circle moment. I just hope that one day my kids aren’t waxing nostalgic over Justin Bieber and Littlest PetShop with their kids but you and I both know, they will.

1 year, 2 months and 13 days.

I can do this! (right?)