Better With Time

Better With Time

Here at 3OT, we like to believe that age is just a number, if for no other reason than to justify spending Saturday mornings watching Full House reruns and eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch on the couch. Still, we surprise ourselves each time we check off a higher age bracket on a race entry form, and we’re just now coping with the fact that kids born in the new millennium are able to legally drive. Yeah. Let that sink in for a second.

While we may still be feeling 22 (Taylor Swift style) in some ways, we experience enough daily reminders (i.e.: are those wrinkles between my eyes?) to know otherwise. Yet contrary to popular belief, we don’t see that as a bad thing. And rather than focus on things like why two margaritas now leave us with a mini hangover, and the soreness one spin class can create – in places we didn’t even know existed – we choose to believe that like fine wine, we’re getting better with time.

With age, we learn things about ourselves that extend far beyond our surface level interests, favorite foods, movies, and books. We discover our passions, how we best communicate, what sets us off and settles us down, where we feel our happiest, experience the most fulfillment, and what makes us feel at home.

With time, we come to have a greater appreciation for the things in our life, realizing that our relationships, bodies, homes, and jobs aren’t givens to be taken for granted, but rather, blessings meriting our gratitude.

As we grow, we discover that who we are isn’t necessarily any different from who we’ve always been. All of those things we loved at age ten are still inside us in some way. Our grown-up selves are a perfect blend of every age we’ve ever been. Perhaps this is why it feels so good to throw it back every Thursday, and why we feel like we deserve an award for “adulting” when we’re really just acting our age.

And while we miss the naivety of youth, and its accompanying feeling that there’s nothing our mom can’t fix, and our dad can’t handle, the flip side is this: we choose to create the details of our lives. We garner a new level of responsibility that allows us to decide on the smaller things, like the occasional ice cream for dinner, and the larger things, like the way we show up in our relationships. We can be both that twelve-year-old and our current thirty-year-old selves.

Although the complexity of adulthood can at times leave us longing for the simplicity of the way things used to be, we wouldn’t trade the lessons we’ve learned along the way, or the depth of emotion we’ve experienced. After all, those are ultimately the things that have shaped us into who we are today. They’ve prompted us to find our voice, to feel empathy, to offer compassion, and to discover our part in the bigger picture.

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