I’m at an awkward point in my life when I can see myself growing older, but I haven’t yet had time to come to terms with it. It’s kind of like adolescence for adults. I can see the changes taking place, but I’m not quite sure how to act about it yet. I’ve considered smiling and thinking less, in an effort to slow the deepening of lines across my face, but I’m not sure if that would really be worth it in the long run.
All jokes aside, I find that as I gain in years I also gain in something that I had only hoped for during my very early adulthood years. My age is giving me peace of mind. It’s almost as if my brain is losing the energy to get worked up about things. I’m as irritable as ever, but I’m less easily angered, and much more able to relax and let bygones be bygones, so to speak. I don’t know if this stems from wisdom or emotional laziness, but the effects on my life have been enormous. At this point in my life I have both physical and mental health in equal amounts, giving me a tentative balance on which to finally settle in to my own person. For that, I can look in the mirror every day and be thoroughly thankful.
Besides, if I look anything like my mom does at 65, old age will have nothing on me.
Bring on the wrinkles and the sanity.
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