While sifting through today’s posts on the daily prompt, I anticipated finding some humorous approaches. I mean, really, elastic? How many different ways can people talk about the beautiful material that lets our pants fit a little better? The wonder that is sweatpants? The bands that allow us to “fix” our hair by tossing it up in a ponytail? How can this prompt bring about really meaningful blogs?
Boy, was I wrong! I read a blog that encouraged people to stretch outside of their comfort zones and then one that said we can bounce back from negative emotions. I then found a somewhat short but humorous lyric that talks about the way we become saggier after so much stretching! After yesterdays assertion that I finally decided to turn 40, this one hit a bit closer to home! But, you know, I am proud of my lines and “sags.” I have stretched and endured. I have been challenged and overcame. I mean, this entire blog is based on the moments that have made us reevaluate our own perspectives on life. This entire site is founded on our elasticity!
Children can bounce back from things much easier than adults. Children have such beautiful perspectives on life. I suppose, if I had one wish, it would be to be as elastic as a child. However, I would not trade my smudges for the world!
Thank you to everyone who helped me to see the beauty of today’s prompt. Keep it up! You inspire me!
Be elastic today and everyday!
Yesterday, I was 29 years old. I cannot remember a time in my life that I was older or younger than 29. It has just always been my age and I never considered changing it. I mean, it is MY age so I should be able to call it whatever I want, right? You really should see the look on people’s faces when I would say that I am 29 with four grandchildren and 3 adult children! Ha! I sure had them all fooled, didn’t I?
But, you know, I really have no idea why I felt the need to say 29. I don’t really remember anything spectacular happening during my real time spent as a 29-year-old. It was just another year. I am not embarrassed by my achievements or my experiences that I have had. I am proud to have 3 adult children and 4 grandchildren. In short, I am pretty proud of my 40 years on this earth and look forward to many more ahead.
Why do we feel the need to hide behind socially constructed labels? When did aging becoming something to be ashamed of rather than something to elicit respect? And what on earth made us so obsessed with being in our 20s? I mean, really, the 20s are hard! I watch my own children trying to figure out the world around them. I would not voluntarily experience that decade over and over again! Forty is nice. I am
Forty is nice. I am comfortable with where I am in my life. I have an excellent job that allows me to work from home. I have a beautiful family. I have known loss and therefore I have learned to appreciate. I am healthy, active, and educated. Life is good. Forty is good!
So, with that stated, today I aged 11 years! Today, I proudly entered the 40s club!