The Dawning of the Aging Aquarian


I slept in this morning.  Well, it was nearly 8 AM when I got up, which for me is sleeping in.  I arose feeling quite self-satisfied with my lazy morning, walked into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.  I froze, startled.  WTF?

“Who are you and what have you done with Brenda?”

And then I realized this was really me.  Again, WTF? When did I get so old?  And why do I look so dang tired?  Oh right.  I passed that ½ century mark a couple of years back, which also surprises the heck out of me.

They say that 50 is the new 35.  I have no idea who they are, but I am guessing they must be around my age.  Even though age shouldn’t matter and it’s just a number and all of that logical stuff people (I) spew every day, if they tell me that I can be the new 35 I will eagerly jump on that bandwagon, baby!

You see, I feel like I’m 17 years old. Or maybe 26.  35 at the most.  I still love listening to loud rock and roll and dancing <awkwardly> in my kitchen to the music. I refuse to wear Mom jeans and embrace most new fashions (as long as they don’t involve side boobs, butt cracks or anything that itches).  I am excited by new technology and I strive to learn something new every day.  I love Saturday Night Live and watch it faithfully, though I do PVR it because who can stay up that late anymore?

I may be growing older but I refuse to grow up.  It blows my mind that in 15 years or less I will be thinking about retiring.  I wonder what will happen to the Assisted Living and Care facilities when we 35-year-old 50 somethings begin to show up, refusing to wear polyester or get our hair fashioned into blue helmets.  I wonder if they will play real music in the recreation room, or if the piped in elevator music will still be a thing.  And I wonder if we will ever go gracefully into the aging process.

I doubt it.

I plan to carry on with the exuberance of my youth still clinging to me like a faithful shadow.  Others may see the softening edges and silver threads of age on me, but I will continue to bring my curiosity and wonder to every new day.

And there is a wonderful gift that comes with getting older.  With the earned wisdom and perspective of age I now no longer give a damn what anyone thinks of me.  This is the most liberating thing I’ve ever experienced and I highly recommend it to everyone.

So, if any of you young whippersnappers are reading this, take the advice of this old lady:  Start now.  Let go of the belief that what others think of you matters.  It doesn’t.  Chances are they are so busy thinking about themselves that they don’t have time to think about you at all.  Besides, what they think of you is none of your business.

Last week while viewing the 40th Anniversary SNL special I watched the parade of alumni proudly showing up in their aging authenticity and realized that there is beauty in every stage of our lives. We just need to show up and be who we are, regardless of how long we are in the teeth. Sir Paul still hits those falsetto high notes, Jane Curtin still delivers the best Weekend Update ever, and Betty White is still a sexy beast at the ripe age of 90-something.

I hear that’s the new 50.

48 thoughts on “The Dawning of the Aging Aquarian”

  1. Hey – go for it! I’m sixty five. I feel like I’m still eighteen but my body kind of lets me down and I have to search around for the odd word here and there that used to just slip into place. But hey ho. I’m still right at the front of Rock concerts and buzzing to make the world a better place. I’m full of it.
    Thanks for the like and follow on Opher’s World – it’s the vehicle for my mouth!!
    Best wishes – Opher

  2. Such a fun read because it strikes so close to home. 58 coming up in a few weeks and I say WTF every time I see a photo of myself. LOL. Humor is the new sexy, right up there with 50 being the new 35. :-). Enjoy the best years yet to come!

  3. Beautifully written, Brenda. At age 76, I can honestly say that every year has been better than the last. Maybe there will be a point of diminishing returns, but I wouldn’t bet on it.

  4. As an Aquarian I happened to get young well before my time. I agree with you when you say: there is beauty in every stage of our lives. You are beautiful.

    No need for anything more.


  5. Hi Brenda! We’re speaking the same language here! I’m not 50 yet, but still feel like I’m 25 – and sometimes even feel like a kid in certain situations. How you feel really is all that matters- and the wisdom that comes is the best part of all. I’m an Aquarius too, or Aquarian?? Nice to have found your blog 🙂

  6. For some reason I heard the voice of the amazing Geena Davis narrating this post in my head! I turned 40 in Dec and laughed along with your descriptions…mom jeans make your butt seem twice as big with those ridiculous high waists. All the best and thanks for the great post. Lisa

  7. You certainly don’t look 50 something. I like you attitude, as age only exists in the mind. As a retired couple, we are living our second childhood and enjoying every minute of it.

  8. You’ve got about 35 more years before you can really claim to be an “old lady”…and even then, you might be like my mother, who decided to celebrate her 88th birthday in South Africa this past fall. She went by herself. I pray I age as well as she has!

  9. Totally with you on this. The thing is that I have more progressive ideas that are outside of the box than people of other ages, And I know young people with more wisdom than most people I know. And ladies wearing Mom jeans at 35. And 80 year old people who are totally with-it! Age is meaningless and I love that we are embracing all of it and not letting our age dictate what we are “supposed” to be like.

  10. Loved your post. Felt the same way at 50, then my body began to betray me at 65. I still think I’m 35 in my mind. LOL I’d like to slug the “they” who keep saying stuff like 60 is the new 40. Keep trucking. 🙂

  11. Great post. I still love my converse tennies, am eying a new wonder woman pair as the Dr. Seuss lorax ones I got are a little too short for me. But, for people like me that believe in rejuvenation soon to come, I’m looking forward to claiming a 25 year old body again, a healthy one, to pair with all the wisdom I’ve gained and the give a f@#! attitude. In the meantime, I’ll keep dancing wherever and whenever I feel like it, still go to rock concerts and scream and dance and keep on being way more uninhibited than I was in my teens 🙂

  12. I embraced the age of 72, when it arrived last November, but I refuse to let others define what’s age-appropriate for me. I continue to open up space to receive different places, people and things to uplift my life spiritually, mentally, physically and emotionally. Thank you for sharing this post as they say, “age is just a number.” Your post really resonated with me. Thank you for sharing.

  13. That’s great advice to anyone of any age! Even at 42, I still care too much about what people think of me! Would you believe that I stopped talking about truth for fifteen years? I didn’t think anyone respected what I was saying because I was a young 20-something and couldn’t possibly know what the hell I’m talking about. Looking back now … I know I was on the right track then! : /

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