When I posted that picture of me in pig-tails, thanks to the teen girl and her hair-styling implements, a couple of people commented that I look young.
Note: I am not young. No, really. I’m not young. (Also, what is young?)
As most of you probably know I am a mom of teens. I suspect that you think of me as GenX.
I am. I believe I have mentioned this a few times over the years as well. 🙂
I’ve been thinking about age a lot lately, which is partly influenced by this idiotic thing on twitter I came across a few days ago. It irked me but I didn’t know why. Let me find the hashtag…
As expected, there was backlash and a new hashtag was conceived called #DontLookYourAgeChallenge
Seriously though, I’ve talked about this before. Remember how I got a new phone and wrote about how there are built-in filters for selfies? My selfies on these pages don’t show my wrinkles, for instance, thanks to these filters. And I do have them, quite a few. That’s what happens to normal skin on normal people as they age.
On the day I turned 50, I had a bit of a crisis. I had been contemplating for some time what to do about all of these internal thoughts I was having. So, when that milestone birthday arrived, I spent most of the morning creating a new persona. That’s when my pseudonym was born.
I am deeply attached to that pseudonym; in fact, I am semi-regularly writing stories under that name to this day. When I am in pseudonym-mode, I am not all the roles I identify as the real me (Claudette aka Writer of Words etc.). As the pseudonym, I am someone else, someone I created. Someone I aspire to be.
In fact, I feel like I have taken steps toward that new me already.
It’s hard to explain.
But back to my pig-tailed selfie. I do look younger in the photo than I do in the mirror. But make no mistake – young is a state of mind. Or, age is. I’ll reward you for reading this post all the way to the end by disclosing my real age. As of (and including) today I am fifty-two years, five months, and twenty days old.