Just another year
37. My current age status. Mid to late 30s. Of advanced maternal age. Label it as you wish, but I still feel like I’m a 5 year old. More so on the inside than the continuously exhausted outside.
Each year brings a set of new experiences and life events – both big and small, awesome and not so awesome.
Relationships adjust and change more so in slow motion than sudden earthquake-like shifts.
Patience is both shortened and lengthened. Shortened with those I don’t know well or care to devote any time to, and lengthened with those I care most about (well, sometimes).
Finding time is more difficult. Time for anything – organizing things around the house, photography, spending time with the people I am closest to, and even myself. Time grows ever more fleeting the older I get.
Learning and accepting that my job – any job – is simply just that. It no longer defines me, but is merely a part of my everyday life.
Seeing that my aspirations in life have dramatically changed from my early 20s. Rather than wanting a specific career path, I want to experience life – whatever that may be. The need to pack up and move only grows stronger each year, a feeling that I somewhat fear will never leave me.
The one constant that has remained, though, is my love of my morning cup of coffee. A simple warm, morning drink that helps lighten up my day. At least some things in life don’t change.
“People who see life as anything more than pure entertainment are missing the point.” – George Carlin