So Rick's birthday is tomorrow and he isn't happy about turning 40. His mother's birthday is today, and she's none too happy about being 70. Seems to me a lot of people freak out about their age. I'll be the first to agree that getting a year older is pretty useless after you hit 21, but it continues to happen the same time every year. The only way to stop it is to die and, well, that's just not an acceptable alternative if you ask me.
I remember how puzzled people were when I turned 30 and didn't seem disturbed. "Sherri," they would say, "you're in your 30's now. Don't you think it's time to start making things happen?" Of course, it did seem my life was in a rut, but I knew what I was working toward and refused to get frustrated because I turned another decade and it didn't magically fall into place when I blew out the candles. And believe me, when I did buy a new car and we built a new home in the following 2 years, those same people were saying "whoa, what the hell are you doing?" Ah ha. So it was an age thing, eh?
I learned then people will yak at you about making things happen, but if you're happy with what you've got then they're just blowing hot air. And we put way too much emphasis on age in regard to these things. Why do you have to thus and such by a certain age? Says who? The last time I read the 10 Commandments they didn't say "thou shalt do 'x' by age 30, 'y' by age 40, 'z' by age 50 ..." Laugh it up because it sounds silly, but apparantly we have a whole lot of people living by self imposed commandments just like that.
The thing I don't get is why be bothered? I mean, you can't do anything about it. And frankly on those occasions when I do look back, I'm kind of amazed at the amount of people I've met, things I've learned, and experiences I've had. It's amazing to think of how much has crossed my path. Perhaps it's my temperament, but instead of looking back wistfully, I usually look back and say "wow, that was good and look at how far I've come! Who would have thought?" Or if it's bad I say "praise God I not only lived through that, but look at all I learned from it and what the Lord helped me make of it."
Frankly, I wouldn't go back. Why do it? Middle school was hell. High school was ok but there was way too much angst. College was great, but I was still dependent on my parents and had that "itch" to establish myself - I felt a bit immature. And my 20's were WAY too much of a learning curve. They were good, but like anyone starting out there were plenty of overly-emotional reactions and not good decisions along the way that lead to the wisdom I use now. My boss calls such things "historical knowledge." It might not sound flattering to those purturbed by the DOB on their drivers license, but I think it's an accurate term.
Why would you want to give up what you've learned? Why would you want to give up a lifetime of growth and achievement? Why would you want to give up the gifts the Lord has helped you work up to so you can go back to experiences of yesterday and struggles you've already overcome? I just don't get it. Sure, I'd like the body I had at 23 - but frankly, if it's be a size 4 again and have those awful struggles with my sinuses and allergies or be a size 8-10 and outgrown from alot of that struggle and agony to only battle my sinuses occasionally and not nearly as much as I used to, well, I'll take too much booty in the pants and fewer sick days, thank you very much.
Maybe it's because it seems that everywhere I go, I'm always the youngest person around. That has been an issue my whole life. Even now, I'm the youngest person on my staff and folks, I'll be 37 next Sunday. Maybe it's my temperament. I'm one of those types that has always felt that the best time of my life is the time I'm in (Dad thinks the same way). Or maybe I'm just thankful for what the Lord has given me and excited about where He's leading. Or all of the above. I don't know.
"Who you were, who you are, and who you will be, will always be with you." Q said that to Captain Picard in the series finale of Star Trek - The Next Generation. So it is, and so it will be as we march along, taking life one day at a time. The question is, do you view time as a companion or as a villian? The choice is yours.
That's all today. I wish my husband, Rick, a very happy birthday tomorrow. And don't worry, we won't do the "Lordy lordy, guess who's 40" thing either. In fact, he has my permission to ask anybody that says that if they're brain damaged because that's just unbelievably and totally unexcusably lame.
Take care all and have a great week.