It's six minutes until my next meeting, but I feel I must write this down!
Apparently, I look young for my age. Whatever. Really look at me folks. I have wrinkles, sunspots and gray roots all over the place.
Most people would prefer to look younger. I would, except for the fact that people already think that I am.
It is hurting me now. At work at least. I have a lot of responsibilities, but a few people that I now collaborate with make comments like "Oh, you are too young to remember that time" when they are just referencing the 70s. Or, "When you are my age, you'll understand" and they are only 9 years older - which isn't much of a difference once you hit your 40s. Or, don't even invite me to the discussion because I'm too young.
Perhaps it isn't as bad as I feel, but day after day...it matters.
Over the next few months I'm going to be teaching some teenage girls leadership skills before they go to Young Women's camp.
Maybe I'm going through this so I don't treat the girls this way. After all, when I was younger I had a brain, received inspiration and had feelings.
Deep thoughts and now I'm late for my meeting - "She'll be more prompt when she's older."
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