I will be 40 this year, in a couple of
months.
I am not usually someone who is concerned
with the idea of getting old. I rarely think of myself as soon-to-be 40 year
old. But oddly enough, these past weeks I have been thinking a lot about that.
I was watching my body in the mirror the
other day and suddenly it hit me. I was getting old. Like something I have
never imagined would happen.
In Armenia, a woman over 40 has 2 options –
in general- and I am not talking here about exceptions: 1- becomes a
grandmother and devotes her life to her grandchildren, 2- if single and
unemployed, she will have lots of difficulties finding her place in this
society where being a mother and a wife is the most important status that a
woman can achieve.
