a week ago, someone asked me if i could be any age, what age would i choose? i’ll tell you my answer at the end of this blog so read on to see what it is and to see what i think of the other years i’ve lived.
i’ll start at the decade of the 20’s. it’s not even worthwhile to mention my teen years; i thought i knew everything and didn’t listen to anyone. in my 20’s, i became a wife and a mother. i didn’t know anything about either of those responsibilities so i watched other women to see what to do right and what to do wrong. i know i made mistakes but i made it through. i’d say the 20’s was my learning decade.
in my 30’s i panicked about being 50, tried to help provide for my family, and did some missions work. i worried how my hair looked and whether or not i’d lost all of the baby weight from my 20’s. i wondered a lot about what other people thought about me and worried too much about it. i started colouring my hair to hide the grey. i’d say my 30’s was a very insecure decade.
then i turned 40! i had a lot of friends older than i was so it never bothered me to hit that number. around 45 i quit worrying about what others thought about me and did my own thing. in my 40’s i went back to school and finally got a job that proved getting an undergrad degree wasn’t a waste of time. i started to sign up for races and walked off some pounds. i noticed my hands looked like my mother’s. i noticed that things ached when i got up in the morning. i liked my 40’s. i think i found myself in my 40’s.
now i’m 50. i’ve just entered this realm and i like it. i’ll become a grandma in my 50’s. i love my job. i love my family. i’m proud of them and how i’ve guided them ( can i take a little credit? even a little bit?) i’m far enough from retirement to not worry about having enough money for it. (although, it’s in the back of my mind.) We’re empty nesters. i still don’t care what people think about me! at this age, i am who i am. yup, i think the 50’s is my favourite decade so far.
what’s yours perfect age?