I have a birthday ’round about this time of year. I’m in my last few years of a decade that starts with “2” and the fact that I’m nearly embarrassed to write that means a few things. One, most of my readers are older than me and probably super-jealous of my youth.
But also, I’m really looking forward to leaving this decade behind, unlike many of my fellow twenty-somethings. Maybe I’ll feel differently later; I doubt it. I tend to look forward to getting older. I haven’t lost the joy of what a new year will bring.
However, I was thinking this morning, that someday it won’t be like this, huh? I can’t say that thought occurs to me very much. Eeeeeevery once in a while, when I think about 30 as how much of my life is spent (rather than the usual “I have like 70 years left!”) it knocks me back a little. I don’t dwell on it, because then I think of all you old people and how spry you are after having lived multiple 30-year increments. Comparatively, I’m still a young, young, young thing.
But, like I said, it has (today) dawned on me that it will not always be so and that freaks me out. I’ve always lived looking forward, hatching plans. Maybe someday much of my time will be spent looking back, remembering. When does the switch happen?
Is that what a mid-life crisis really is? The adjustment?
All of the sudden, I’m noticing this hill. It’s a long way off… but was that there before?!