Signs of middle age

[Devastated999]

After many years of feeling that I was an imposter as an adult, I have suddenly jumped to feeling decidedly middle aged (and very happy being so).

The reason being, my sudden overwhelming obsession with gardening. I am spending all my free time either in the garden, or researching plants, watching gardening programmes and spending all my spare money on plants (even though I have run out of space for them).

I know that gardening is for anyone of any age, but for me it reminds me of my garden obsessed parents, therefore a middle-age hobby (for me).

What made you feel/accept the you were middle-aged?

People with little flaps for their iPhones. Like books. And who hold with one hand and stab the screen with a finger to type!!!

My children have banned me from making that groan 😊

44 and for a while now don't notice not being out on weekend evenings, love having nothing on.

Creaking bones just getting out of bed.

Gardening too. I actively look for ways to get out in the garden.
A younger colleague complaining about a birthday treat her mum had planned for her (a visit to a NT property & a garden centre) and all my colleagues commiserating with her about the crappy treat while I internally thought that sounded like a lovely day.

I'd take an uglier pair of comfy shoes over stylish uncomfortable ones

Love an elastic waist trouser

Growing interest in gardening. Starts with a tomato plant and goes forth from there

Like being at home with home comforts

Enjoying a potter in the garden. Thinking professionals look too young to do the job they're doing 😬

Some more. Travelling in comfort becomes important. Holding sub par public loos in contempt. Enjoying a tea room over a busy bar.

My offspring went to a gig on Saturday. I needed to Google them as had no idea who they were

Taking all my supplements and medications away with me in a little tin.

Prescription sunglasses, varifocals and reading glasses are in constant rotation across my face.

Starting every other sentence with, “I was listening to a podcast the other day…”

Realising my elbows now have little wrinkly pouches, like scrotums.

Age to me is a frame of mind, you don't have to blame things on "middle age" or decide life has to change or go down hill or you can't do things and if I follow my Dad and die at 51 I'm well beyond it