A friend I met almost 30 years ago was telling me how she feels I have gotten better with age. And ... I happen to agree. I don’t dig the failing eyesight or the menopause hell I mask with HRT, but oh I enjoy the self-awareness and self-restraint. And there’s more. The ability to say: “I messed up” knowing we all do and that it’s a sign of strength to be able to acknowledge one’s mistakes. Knowing that I don’t know everything. Not being scared to admit it. Being in a relationship going on 8 years strong in which there is mutual respect, trust, love and admiration. Continuing to learn to parent. it’s all a journey right until the very end. And hey. Maybe it’s not the end even then. It’s perhaps a new beginning.
I fully realize that at 54 I’m actually still very young. Maybe not to a teen or a 20 or 30-year old. But for someone 20 to 30 years older than me I’m a kid. It’s important to keep that in mind and honor all ages.