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Then: One-Six

Now: Six–One

You wouldn't think both these combinations of numbers would start off with the same word.  Six.  *Six*teen.  *Six*ty-One.  But the English language is known for being a mind-boggling one to learn.    

And just as mind-boggling is my having reached that second age.  How in the world did this happen so fast?    

When I look in the mirror, it's obvious that I am NOT 16 any longer.  As it was just as obvious to the salesgirl in the mall yesterday.  I asked her a simple question.  What was she doing to the woman sitting in the chair across from her?   And the next thing I knew, I was getting a blue cream smeared on my cheeks and under my eyes.  And only on one side of my face, mind you.  Of course, I think the salesgirl picked the droopier side and so when she held up the mirror to show me the difference, I immediately agreed with her, whipped out my debit card and bought this miraculous eye surgery cream!  Everyone needs to buy themselves a birthday present, don't they?  

But there are many times during the day when I still DO feel like a teenager. When I gossip with my good friends about other friends, it's just like we're still sitting on those quad steps. (Hey, don’t pretend gossiping stopped in high school.)  When I play with my grandkids, my younger self walks right in and takes over my mind, allowing me to crawl into tiny spaces, jump on a trampoline and run around the backyard looking for aliens.  And when I call my parents to tell them I've arrived home safely after only a twenty minute drive from their house to mine, I'm that teenager obeying orders.  Yes...that 16 year old is still alive inside me.  

And then again...there are times when I know I am NOT a teenager.

At 16, I could do 61 sit-ups in 60 seconds.  Now I do 16 sit-ups in 61 seconds.  

At 16, I could dance to "Satisfaction" all night.  Now, I'm satisfied to stay home, eat a good meal and watch TV.  

At 16, my hormones raged over hot guys.  Now, they rage about every hour or so in one of those body soaking hot flashes.  

At 16, I learned how to drive in the fast lane.  Now, I'm learning to listen to my body and to slow down.

At 16, I ironed the curls out of my hair to get it bone straight.  Now, I'm doing curls at the gym to strengthen my bones  

At 16, I poured baby oil over my skin and watched the sun color it a shade darker.  Now, I pour myself a martini and watch the sun color the sky as it slips below the horizon.

At 16, I was sweet.  At 61, I'm not only sweet but savory.  And saving room in my memory bank for all the good years yet to come.  

And at 16, I couldn't wait to turn 17.  Now...well...I'm looking forward to another birthday, but does it have to happen so quickly?



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