5 Things I Love About Getting Older
Today is my birthday!
I'm 29. Again.
I know, I should be embracing the fact that I'm aging—that I'm still alive to age. And I appreciate that fact, for sure. But I'm not down with being old.
Age is about how you feel, right? And, I feel 19 29. Except for on those days when I feel 56. And a couple times a year when I feel 85. And every single time my dad calls up to “talk to me” when I feel 12.
Point is, age is nothing but a number, and how old or how young you are is really all in your mind.
Which is why I don't want to be called ma'am. And why I won't shop at Talbots. And the reason I won't wear anything tan. (Nude and tan are NOT the same thing.)
But let's be clear, here: getting older isn't entirely bad.
There are some things I love.
My kids are getting older, too. I miss the cuddly baby years, and I hate to think about them leaving me soon. (Don't say it; they will live with me for always.) But I also kinda love the get-up-and-get-their-own-cereal-while-I-sleep-past-6-am years. Don't worry. You'll get them, too.
I can say things without caring what people think about me. Not hurtful, mean-type things, but things like, “Ummm, hi lady-at-the-park-with-the-really-bad-kid-who-is-talking-on-your-cell-phone-while-Billy-acts-like-a-jerk-the-whole-time. If he throws sand in my son's face again, I'm going to punch you in the back have a frank discussion with you about how to be an engaged parent.” In my younger days, I would've left the park, essentially punishing my child for another's unfavorable behavior, to avoid confrontation. Now, I'm too old to be bothered, and a little confrontation gets the blood pumping—like working out without the effort!
Being smarter. Or maybe it's wiser. Either way, I've reached the point in my life where I'm not as naive as I used to be and also not so naive that I don't realize I still have a lot to learn. The know-it-all years were fun, but being wrong all the time was really, really exhausting!
My feet hurt less because the days of uncomfortable shoes are just over. Give me a cute, sensible flat any day of the week, and I am all up in that. That's not to say that I don't enjoy a good night out in a stiletto anymore. It's just to say that I also have the forethought to carry a bigger bag so I can shove my fold-up ballet flats in there for the walk home because, puh-leez.
Being me, I’ve reached a point in my life where I know myself pretty well. I'm not struggling to figure out who I'm going to be; I am just working hard to be the best at who I am. I anticipate that I still have a lot of growing to do as a human (jeez, I'm not THAT old), but I also know what my priorities in life are, and I am working hard to focus on those instead of worrying about finding myself and pleasing others and being a size 0. (I really am best at a size 6.)
What do you like about your older self?