A first year said this to me the other day and I was totally taken back...what did she mean that I was old or that she was prettier than me. Either way, I was losing.
I have been told so many times that one's twenties are the most difficult times of one's adult life. I can see that which is probably evident by the personal struggle that is openly published here. As I sat studying for hours today, I had a revelation about the things in my life that have become so much better with time or "age"
There is a much greater appreciation for art, independant films and music, not the kind they play on the radio but the stuff that plays at the small club downtown. My television show appreciation has evolved greatly, it is now readily apparent why Seinfeld and Sex in the City had such a huge following. And honestly, Friends no longer holds a near and dear spot in my heart.
Elderly folks rock my world. They have so much insight into the world; how it is and how it was. They say the greatest things and are so willing to share. This transects into my love for another population, small children. They are the greatest and like the elderly are so willing to share.
My time is so important these days. My life alone has been for the most part, fabulous. I have learn what great friends and family I have.
Age before Beauty?....you're are correct and much wiser, young grasshopper.
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