I am getting old.
How do I know this? Technology drives me insane. I fought for hours trying to figure out how to change the font in the e-mail updates from this blog. They were in this hard to read brownish color and had shrunken to about 3 point type. I could find no way to alter how the e-mail updates looked. I finally gave up and changed the whole layout of the blog in an attempt to fix it. I won't know what they look like until this post comes to my own inbox. If it is in a hard to read brownish 3 point type, I will age another three years. My hair is turning grayer just thinking about it.
How else do I know I am getting old? Social media makes me want to jab a knitting needle into my eye. (Okay I don't knit, but you know what I mean.) See? I'm like an old crotchety Grandma yelling at the kids about rock and roll. I am now on Empire Avenue (totally clueless about that one), Facebook - business and personal, LinkedIn - my profile and FireStar Speaking's profile, Twitter, this blog and another one called The Spark, have a YouTube Channel, and still have a MySpace page somewhere. Oh and Google Plus - personal and business. Not to mention SpeakerMatch, eSpeakers, and other speaking directories. Pinterest, FourSquare, Flickr - I feel my wrinkles deepening. How about speaking, my actual job? When should I do that?
And the final way I know I'm getting old?
I'm going to be on the cover of Arthritis Today magazine. Not Elle, not Glamour, not Health, not Fortune......Arthritis Today. I am, for the month of May anyway, going to be the poster child (woman) for arthritis.
But you know what? I'm good with it. Getting to be on the cover of a national magazine is a WAY cool honor. And getting old is not a bad thing - check out Betty White. You can fight it (ala Demi) or ride it for all it's worth (like Betty). I say, "yehaw!"
I just hope the font is better on the e-mail update.