What I (Mostly) Love About Aging
(Picture courtesy of my daughter Marley...who clearly inherited her math skills from me)
Today, I turn 48.
I know!! Don’t ask me how the hell that happened, but it did. I’ve officially reached my late 40s. The big 5-0 is on the horizon. And you know what? Mostly, I freaking love this whole ‘maturing’ thing! No, that is not sarcasm. I’m being totally honest. Because at 48, I don’t have time or patience for anything but the truth.
Aging, to a lot of people, is viewed as negative. Something to be regarded with dread, fear, contempt, pity, even defeat.
Just so we’re clear, I am NOT one of those people. In fact, those people kinda make me twitch. If you happen to be one of them… The ones who turn 35 and think that they’ve reached their peak. The ones who on their 40th birthday, start talking about being over the hill and doomed to deteriorate. The ones who go around referring to themselves as old-timers, geezers, grannies, past their prime. The ones who start every second sentence with, "At my" or worse, "At our age" (to which my response is always, "Speak for yourself.") If you’re one of those folks, then not only does your attitude towards aging make me slightly twitchy, I also feel sad that you see it that way.
If you ARE one of those people, maybe keep reading, o.k.? I won’t promise, because it kind of depends on your willingness to shift your perspective, but maybe I can give you even one small reason to embrace getting older.