Getting Old: The Totally AMAZEBALLS edition (And Aug 19 event)
*heh heh*
*heh heh heh*
Pardon me, but I had to start this blog with a wicked chuckle because I'm feeling pretty darned pleased with myself and my oldness this evening. People line up to tell you young folks all the nasty that accompanies getting older, but friends, I'm here to share with you the truly AMAZEBALLS part of aging.
Here it is. Are you ready?
After a certain age, you get extra awesome points for staying exactly the same. For doing nothing. NOTHING! Except not becoming decrepit or dying!
Let's take ballet class as an example: After six months back in class, I'm doing the same things I did when I was 18 (though with more energy and strength since I'm old and wise enough not to starve myself so I can look more like an emaciated ballerina, though never REALLY like an emaciated ballerina since I am of sturdy Welsh stock and even my bones are bigger around than most professional ballerinas' waists). But now, those same old things aren't just "good" or even "really good." They're AWESOME.
And why are they awesome? Because I'm 34.
That's it. I didn't have to DO anything. All I had to do was keep doing the things I've always done and continue living and BAM! I'm awesome! And that's not all. There's more! Yes! More!
At 34 (aka: totally old beyond all imagining) certain assumptions are made about my involvement in this ballet class. It is assumed I'm doing it "for the exercise" or "to build muscle tone in my legs" or "to improve flexibility."
They--they being the girls young enough to still be pondering what role they will receive in this year's performance of The Nutcracker--don't imagine for one moment that this old lady is steadily improving her skills, working on her turn out, doing extra relevees at home in her spare time, walking around her kitchen in her toe shoes, and slowly building up her stamina and skill in order to stage a Nutcracker audition coup later this fall.
That's right, girls, this old lady has her eye on Snow Queen. Or maybe the Spanish solo. I've danced it before and my memory is astonishingly good...for an old lady. I will come to your audition and dominate it with an amazeballs combination of experience, poise, and my in-tip-top-shape old lady body!!!
*heh heh*
They'll never see me coming.
All in all, this makes me pretty excited for fifty. I mean, I don't want to rush things, but I get a little tingle in my toes when I think how freaking amazeballs I'm going to be then for doing the same old thing. It's going to be pretty awesome.
Have an amazing weekend, and if you're in the San Francisco area, come see me at Borderlands books on August 19th at 3 p.m. for a panel event:
"Walkers, Watchers, Witches, Immortals and
More: Four Authors in Conversation" with:
Veronica Wolff
Kat RichardsonStacey Jay
Carolyn Jewel
It should be fun. My mom will be there. She's really old and can still run and ride a bike and lift heavy objects. Someone will probably give her a medal pretty soon. Come. See her. See me. Get a book signed. Talk some stuff with us.
Hope to see you there!
Stacey
*heh heh heh*
Pardon me, but I had to start this blog with a wicked chuckle because I'm feeling pretty darned pleased with myself and my oldness this evening. People line up to tell you young folks all the nasty that accompanies getting older, but friends, I'm here to share with you the truly AMAZEBALLS part of aging.
Here it is. Are you ready?
After a certain age, you get extra awesome points for staying exactly the same. For doing nothing. NOTHING! Except not becoming decrepit or dying!
Let's take ballet class as an example: After six months back in class, I'm doing the same things I did when I was 18 (though with more energy and strength since I'm old and wise enough not to starve myself so I can look more like an emaciated ballerina, though never REALLY like an emaciated ballerina since I am of sturdy Welsh stock and even my bones are bigger around than most professional ballerinas' waists). But now, those same old things aren't just "good" or even "really good." They're AWESOME.
And why are they awesome? Because I'm 34.
That's it. I didn't have to DO anything. All I had to do was keep doing the things I've always done and continue living and BAM! I'm awesome! And that's not all. There's more! Yes! More!
At 34 (aka: totally old beyond all imagining) certain assumptions are made about my involvement in this ballet class. It is assumed I'm doing it "for the exercise" or "to build muscle tone in my legs" or "to improve flexibility."
They--they being the girls young enough to still be pondering what role they will receive in this year's performance of The Nutcracker--don't imagine for one moment that this old lady is steadily improving her skills, working on her turn out, doing extra relevees at home in her spare time, walking around her kitchen in her toe shoes, and slowly building up her stamina and skill in order to stage a Nutcracker audition coup later this fall.
That's right, girls, this old lady has her eye on Snow Queen. Or maybe the Spanish solo. I've danced it before and my memory is astonishingly good...for an old lady. I will come to your audition and dominate it with an amazeballs combination of experience, poise, and my in-tip-top-shape old lady body!!!
*heh heh*
They'll never see me coming.
All in all, this makes me pretty excited for fifty. I mean, I don't want to rush things, but I get a little tingle in my toes when I think how freaking amazeballs I'm going to be then for doing the same old thing. It's going to be pretty awesome.
Have an amazing weekend, and if you're in the San Francisco area, come see me at Borderlands books on August 19th at 3 p.m. for a panel event:
"Walkers, Watchers, Witches, Immortals and
More: Four Authors in Conversation" with:
Veronica Wolff
Kat RichardsonStacey Jay
Carolyn Jewel
It should be fun. My mom will be there. She's really old and can still run and ride a bike and lift heavy objects. Someone will probably give her a medal pretty soon. Come. See her. See me. Get a book signed. Talk some stuff with us.
Hope to see you there!
Stacey