You know what else? Sometimes I just want my mom. For example, when I get sick I hate being an adult. I want my mom to take care of me like she did when I was little (husbands don't quite cut it, sorry Pete). Sometimes I want someone else to do the laundry and clean the house, like when I was little. Instead I just trudge along and do what is next.
I think it is ironic that children cannot wait to get older, but adults wish they were younger. Why is that? Is there something spectacular that is supposed to happen at that magical age that nobody knows what it is? I am just going to try to stay in the moment, enjoy the day, NOT look in the mirror and feel what I feel. That is what I think is magical about age...enjoying it.