From Belief to Knowledge: The process of growing older

It is funny how, when we age, what we believe to be true changes to what we know to be true. For instance, when I was young, I believed that dessert should be eaten first and at every meal. Now that I am older, I know this to be true. I mean, really, you could reheat that steak at home but that lava cake is not going to do anybody any good if you are too full from dinner to enjoy it fresh. It is a matter of not being wasteful (yeah, that covers me here!)

I also believed, when I was younger, that Santa Claus existed or, at the very least, I hoped beyond all hope that this was true. Now that I am older, I know that he exists. I saw him in the sparkle of my children’s eyes as they grew and now I find him in the eyes of my grandchildren as we anxiously await the time to start decorating for the big man! (Loved knowing that another blogger included Santa today! Excellent list!)

As a child, I used to believe that my loved ones would live forever. I never thought about any other possibility. Now, I  know this to be true. I hear their voices in the whisper of the winds. I feel their presence when I need to make a decision. I see their reflections in my children and grandchildren. So, yes, they do live forever.

My younger-self believed that her mom and dad were the smartest people in the world. Yep, you guessed it. I now say, without hesitation, that this is also true! I know that they have investigated, experienced, and questioned every piece of advice that they have handed my way and that this journey would have been a bit easier had I have known this during my early adulthood. (It seems that beliefs and knowledge have a gap during this period for most people!)

Finally, I believed, as a child, that children are awesome. I mean, I was a child and I was pretty awesome. My friends were children and they were also, yep, awesome. Shoot, I couldn’t think of anything more awesome than a child (besides maybe Santa and dessert) and I was certain that everyone believed this to be true. And, if you have read any of my blogs, you know that I now KNOW, without a shadow of a doubt, that children are, in fact, AWESOME!

I am not sure whether we are wiser as children for having such solid and valid beliefs or if we become wiser as our experiences lead to our true knowledge. One blogger discussed how important it is to experience life (you can read this here) and this makes me wonder if the children are more willing to experience the world or if they have not yet got caught up in the rushed state of adulthood so they have the time to do so.

Regardless, as a child, my beliefs were spot on! I just didn’t know it yet! (Fortunately, this does not extend to beliefs about monsters under the bed or the world dropping off at the edge of town!)

The greatest part of aging is confirming your beliefs as a child!

“Gigi”

Daily Prompt: Elastic

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!

“Gigi”

And just like that, I am 40

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!

Cheers!

“Gigi”