For me the 20s was about discovery. The 30s will be about expression. And the rest will be preservation of a legacy and slowly fading into the sunset... I am not sure what exactly that all means yet, but it sounds good.....
My momma turns 50 today 3/31. I can't believe it. It's sounds so cliche, but time just seems to barrel along with no regard for anyone or anything in it's path. The process of aging against our own will seems the cruelest of all jokes. We can try to fight it and mount our best efforts to stay young forever. But the reality is, at some point no matter how fast we run, no matter how well we try to hide, inevitably, it will catch every last one of us and we must all submit to it. My overall attitude toward aging has always been to never get too hung up on on the thought of getting older. Instead, try to embrace it. Make the best of the benefits and privileges that come with being a seasoned vet... I suspect it's all easier said than done though. Especially when you've crossed that threshold of "being over the hill" - at least in the eyes of society. I'm turning 30 next week. This world spins around my age group. No longer am I considered "too young" and I am yet to be "too old". I'm essentially at the prime of my life. But this is also the beginning of a critical transitional stage too. That is adapting to a whole new set of struggles that life brings once that threshold has been breached. Adapting to the slow and natural degradation of physical self. Adapting self to a world that sees you as beyond your prime. Keeping nimble in an ever changing world. And maybe a whole onslaught of things I'm blissfully ignorant to. There must certainly be an art to aging gracefully... does this blathering go anywhere?... I don't know.
Anyway, I can't believe my mamma is 50. I think it makes me feel older to think that I have a mom who is 50 than the fact that I am 30.... lol.
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