Embracing the Years
Have you ever had those moments upon waking in the morning
where a strange thought pops into your head and you have no idea where it came from? This happened to me today. Out of the blue, I realized that I am more
than half-way through my 30th year and in a few short months will
turn 31. Being the big 3-0 doesn’t
bother me, and actually I rather enjoy it.
But I think I have been putting so much emphasis in my mind on the
milestone number that I forgot that it only lasts for one year. As I shook the cobwebs out of my tired mind
and fully awakened from my slumber, I remembered the promise I made with myself
long ago.
When I was young, I didn’t understand why people complained
about their age. The way I saw it, they
should’ve been happier for the years they had been given and the wisdom they
had gained. I did not see laugh lines
merely as wrinkles, but as a sign of much laughter and smiles. I promised myself back then that I would
never complain about my age. I have
almost kept that promise, as I can’t deny the short period of time when I was
29 that I had anxiety about turning 30.
But I soon got my head out of the gutter and fully embraced my years. The truth is, sadly, that far too many people
never have the chance to grow old.
Now, when I see the fine lines around my eyes, I am reminded
of the life I have been given. When I
notice that my hands don’t look as youthful as they used to, I think about all
the things they have helped me accomplish.
I continue my promise to myself to not complain about my age, but truly
celebrate it as one of life’s greatest blessings. Come February when I turn 31, and every year
after that, I vow to thank God for another year and have a heart filled with
peace.
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