Vocabulary, among many other things, is something that has changed drastically for me in my twenties. The below is just a sampling of phrases I’ve found myself muttering, and each is a verbal symbol of how I’m slowly getting older:
“It’s 10:00 already? Wow, we should get to bed.”
“Ugh, I have so much yardwork to catch up on this Saturday…”
“Thank you so much for taking out the garbage!”
I’ve mostly embraced aging, and realize that part of the fun of growing up is being able to embrace that change in the first place, but when it comes to certain childhood things I’ve always loved, I sometimes have a hard time letting go.
Over the weekend, John and I were thrilled to open up our home to our good friends Sarah and Jimmy from Pennsylvania. We quickly mapped out our weekend upon their arrival and decided to hit up one of Orlando’s theme parks on Sunday. Like the smart adults we are becoming, we opted to go out drinking and dancing on Friday so we could avoid mixing hangovers with roller coasters and overpriced junk food.
After a fun mix of partying followed by a serious lazy/recover from hangover day (seriously, does anyone notice hangovers are getting progressively worse with age?) Sunday rolled around and we were ready to face the thrills at Universal’s Islands of Adventure theme park. We started out slow, riding some anticlimactic rides in Dr. Seuss land, but soon found ourselves facing the first roller coaster of the day. I’ve always been a lover of roller coasters or any thrill ride for that matter, but at the conclusion of the ride I felt ready to topple over from dizziness.
I quickly discovered I wasn’t the only one suffering from this post-coaster phenomenon; it appeared that my 3 twenty-something companions were experiencing the same thing. We found a temporary cure in frozen Butterbeer from Harry Potter world, but as soon as we rode a simulated ride the feeling came right back. It was then that John looked at me and said “now I understand why my parents never wanted to ride these things.” And I announced, “I think I’m just too old for this…”
While we still had a blast at the park (and drank a lot of butter beer), that phrase kept popping into my head all day. It forced me to accept the fact that I’m getting older, and as that happens there are going to be some things I simply don’t like or can’t do anymore. Riding roller coasters might rattle my brain around a little too much now, and maybe I can only handle 3 drinks now instead of 5, but none of these things mean I can’t have fun anymore. I may be leaving the Hulk coaster behind, but I’m still in the front seat of the greatest ride of all time: Life.