(Started this post weeks ago...thought I should post it even if it wasn't "complete"...pretty sure this will be an ongoing thought and process in my life :))
This isn't a new concept. We all think about getting older, but lately I have been having more out loud conversations about it. And I truly like having them. I truly like thinking about if I am ok with this getting closer to 40 thing and what it means to me.
All along 43 has been in the back of my mind. 43. So young. Yet, somehow we only realize that when a life comes to an end early. Why don't we realize that when we are 43? Because it is so easy to see in others. It is so easy to not appreciate it till it is gone. That is what happened on May 13, 1995. That was when my mom only lived 43 years. And I never once thought that was old. I didn't fully grasp it but even when I was 17 I knew that 43 was young.
But when it is your age everything changes. Somehow it doesn't matter how old the people around you are. Somehow age doesn't matter as much as the depth of living it. And I'm not just saying that because it sounds good on a a blogpost. I'm saying that because I really have learned a lot about embracing that getting.old.is.a.privilege.
A privilege is something that you...
(...and that is where I finished that thought weeks again and have returned again today only to still need time to think about what is a privilege? Are they earned? Are you sometimes born into them (like money)? Is it because of the choices you make? Others make? Is there grace in privileges? And so my thoughts on this continue...)
So...I will embrace the privilege that I will be back another day (when I am older ;)) to add to this.
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