This post is a bit brief because I have a few longer pieces on youth and aging that I’ve been working on for a while. One of the reasons I joined the A to Z Blog Challenge was to get in the habit of writing daily and stop my editing/perfectionist paralysis. I plan to continue writing daily when this challenge is over, though posting probably only once a week. I think that’s a good balance between this frenetic pace and what I was posting before – which was absolutely nothing because I never felt it was good enough. So look for those pieces, and the several dozen other half finished ones I have on my Box account, during the next few months. Thanks for reading!
Being young is not the best, regardless of the belief of the young girl who flaunts her youth in the face of older women as if it’s something she worked for and will always possess. If high school was the best time of your life, I feel sorry for you. What’s to love about living with your parents and siblings, having to get up for school at 6:30 every day, and having almost no control over your daily responsibilities? Don’t get me wrong – I had plenty of friends and liked high school just fine, but being an adult is way better. I definitely enjoyed my late teens and twenties more than high school, but even so, I was broke most of the time and worked a lot of shitty jobs. I was also insecure about a lot of things, although at the time I thought I had plenty of confidence. Then, in my thirties, I mellowed out personality-wise, started really earning good money in a career I was passionate about, found a solid core of friends, and became involved with someone who I hope to be with for the rest of my life. For the last four years, my life has unequivocally been better than it ever has.
Am I still afraid of getting any older? YES! Despite the empirical evidence of my life lived, I still think getting older is not going to be good at all. I am not pleased that my 40s and 50s and 60s are on their way. I’m pretty sure that the day I turn 40, I’ll instantly look like I’m 85 and I won’t be able to walk across the intersection before the little green man changes back into the red hand. So irrational, I know.
Even though I know I’ve been wrong about youth this far, I haven’t taken the lesson to heart. I hope that in a few more years I’ll be writing about how wrong I was about this too.
Curious about what everyone else is writing for the A to Z Blog Challenge? Me too! I’m featuring three blogs from my fellow contributors each day. Here are today’s entertaining, lyrical, beautiful, unique, informative, or just plain random discoveries: