I’ve shared my anxieties about getting older here on Babble. While aging isn’t always easy, it’s not ALL bad, either. Today, on the eve of my 41st birthday, I’d like to share a few things I find beautiful about adding rings to my tree.
- I know myself. Though I continue to grow and evolve, I’ve made peace with most of my long-standing flaws. I’ll never be graceful or tidy. I’m super forgetful and I lose things all the time. These aspects of my personality used to drive me crazy when I was young. (Now, they just drive other people crazy! Ha.)
- Luckily, I don’t care what other people think of me. I can still be sensitive sometimes but nothing like when I was younger. It’s liberating.
- Speaking of liberation, I take a lot more chances now that I’m cringe middle aged. The older I get, the shorter life seems.
- Maybe another reason why I’m willing to take more chances is because I’ve lived long enough to really know what works for me and what doesn’t. I know what feels right and, in terms of beauty and fashion, I know what looks best on me. When you know the rules you can bend them.
- Every year that I get older, my son grows by leaps and bounds. It’s an amazing thing to watch and, as hard as it can be at times, I love reliving the rollercoaster of childhood.
- Finally, and I don’t mean for this to sound cheesy, but… I’m still here. A great friend of mine passed away at the age of 23 on my 22nd birthday. There hasn’t been June 29 since that I haven’t thought of him and remembered how lucky I am. I think of all the things that have happened in the 19 years that he’s been gone all the ups and downs, the experiences and adventures. I think of all he has missed and I’m reminded to be grateful.
So, you know, I’m feeling OK about turning 41. The truth is that I wouldn’t trade my life’s experiences for smoother skin or perkier boobs. I wouldn’t trade all the little bits of wisdom I’ve accumulated for fuller hair or hips that don’t ache. Nah, as Maya Angelou famously put it, “wouldn’t take nothing for my journey now.”