Wow, yes, this word brings much to mind, not necessarily pleasant. At first.
But truly, isn't aging a gift?
Would I go back to the angst of my teenage years? The hard knocks of my twenties? And at thirty-two, I've bumped that hump of 'thirty'. It wasn't so bad. And I've heard many say forty's even better.
I did feel like I came into my own at thirty. I felt like a woman. That sounds cheesy, maybe, but it's true. I find myself more comfortable in my own skin as I grow older. More confident. This must be the wisdom which hopefully, in most cases accompanies the aging process.
I just read a 'duh' article recently- the headline something to the tune of 'Older people make better decisions'. I've lived with a teenager. I've been a teenager. I think this article kind of goes without saying. Perhaps, at forty I'll look back at my thirties and think, "Whew, I wouldn't do that again" but right now I'm embracing the present and living in the moment. I want to intentionally live and grow.
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