I don’t feel old most of the time. In my mind, I feel like I’m still in my 20s. That is, until I try to hang out with actual 20somethings, then I don’t feel like I’m in my 20s anymore. I feel old. I feel like I need to go home and pick out a favorite spatula and be done with it.
I also feel like adulting is highly overrated. It really does mean going to bed when you don’t want to and getting up when you don’t want to. It means wondering why certain body parts hurt and getting super excited over bargain prices on toothpaste.
But then I see where a guy I went to school with and who was my age passed away from a heart attack recently. He won’t get to grow old. So many friends and relatives that I’ve known didn’t get the chance to get old. They died young. Much too young.
So instead of seeing aging as a burden, I choose to see it as a blessing. I get to grow old. I get to wake up every morning and experience the beauty of life for another day. I get to fool myself that I can still hang out with the youngsters when 10 pm is looking like the new midnight for me.
I get to live for as long as God allows, and I know that as long as I’m living, I have a purpose and a reason for being alive. So do you. May we never stop striving to become all that God made us to be and never stop being amazed at our lives.