One thing in life you can count on and that is everyone ages. Every year we all get older, whether we want to or not. So, as I sit here another year older, I reflect.
Age has never been important to me, well except maybe when I was younger and couldn’t wait until… You know, until I can drive, until I can drink, until I can…. We all had them, not all the same but everyone had an ‘until I can’ item. In reality, the list doesn’t go away, it continues and seems to keep going … until I get married, until the kids are in school, until I retire, etc, etc, etc. So perhaps age does play some part of an important factor but I’m not one that worries about getting older.
As we age, we hopefully become wiser, we make better choices, we become more aware and hopefully we learn to worry less and not take things for granted. I believe we settle into ourselves; we become comfortable in our own skin.
There is no discrimination when it comes to age, everyone does it, some more gracefully than others. Some hate getting older, although I believe hate is too strong a word. Perhaps it is because it makes one begin to think of their own mortality, perhaps not. I really can’t say, because it hasn’t bothered me.
I may not like my body getting older, but I believe I am continuing to grow into the person I am meant to be, which is a lifelong journey. I continue to strive to be loving, kind and faithful. I no longer put up with things that are negative, harmful or hurtful. Life is too short to waste it on negativity.
So as I sit here contemplating my years, all I know is this … I am doing my best and will continue to try to do so … and I am one year closer to heaven.