When I was younger, I thought aging wouldn’t happen to me. It’s not that I didn’t think I would get older. I just thought that since I exercise, eat healthy, get plenty of rest and have good genes, I could beat aging or at least some of the negative aspects of aging. I do believe that my healthy lifestyle is helping me to age well, but I’m still aging. Interestingly, I’m okay with that. I actually like my age and where I am in life. As I grow older, I want to embrace each stage and make the best of every age. With that being said, there are several things that I particularly like about my age.
I am at peace with myself. I don’t feel the need to prove anything to anyone. I have accomplished some pretty cool things and am happy with that. I always want to improve myself, but I no longer feel that heavy, driving force that says, “Do More”, “Push Harder”, “Be Better”. This is true in my fitness regimen, too. I don’t KILL my body anymore (Ok, I know some in my classes may argue that). Oh, I work hard, no doubt. But I listen better and rest my body more. I don’t ignore it when it’s telling me to take a couple days off each week instead of one or do yoga instead of run. My exercise regimen is lighter than it’s been in years, but my body looks and feels better. So interesting.
Things don’t mean as much to me anymore. I like to look cute and fashionable, but I seriously do not care if I have the latest and greatest of anything whether it’s clothes, electronics, cars, my house, etc. Walk on to any college campus and you will see SO many young people concerned with status and if they’re wearing the right brand. I just want to sweetly grab them by the shoulders and say, “It really doesn’t matter in life if you’re wearing Hunter rain boots or Wal-Mart rain boots. AND if your friends care about that then you need new friends.”
I’m seeing how short life is. How quickly my children are growing. I don’t want to go, go, go. I want to stay, stay, stay. Spend time with those I cherish. Enjoy weekends with my husband. Take time to love on my children…not just quality time but quantity time. Talk with my parents and learn from them. Eat lunch with friends. Show Christ’s love to those thirsty for it. Relish what God has so lovingly given me. These are the things I yearn to do. Notice I didn’t mention anything about career, material things, looks, etc.
47 is a good age. God has taught me so much over the years and I’m grateful for the lessons big and small. I don’t mind the wrinkles if growing older means growing wiser. It’s worth it.