Today, I’m grateful for getting older. It’s not my birthday, but for some reason it’s been on my mind.
They all say it happens but you don’t believe it until it happens to you. You gradually realize you no longer relate to the younger generation. You have no idea who that music artist is that they’re all listening to. You wince a little when you get out of bed in the morning. You reminisce.
Some parts of getting older are not so fun… but there’s a lot to like about it.
You stop caring so much about what people think. You no longer agonize over what to wear for the occasion. You begin to accept that the little roll of flesh over the belt of your jeans isn’t ever going to go away, and that’s okay because the chocolate is worth it. You stick with your friends, and appreciate your family more. Most of all, you become more sentimental. You cry at little things, perhaps even just the spaciousness of the sky or the color of cherry blossoms in the spring. Your heart is more accepting of… well, everything. You’ve accepted yourself for who you are (mostly), and so you’ve learned to accept others for who they are too. You start looking at your savings account with a new eye and ask yourself: how am I going to spend that in a way that makes my heart sing?