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Today is Saturday, the ninth* day of April, and it has apparently been a week since my last posting. Good job me. There is no real reason for my absence from this space, other than being consumed with schoolwork and honestly not feeling the need to push myself to write anything unless I actually have something interesting to say. Quality over quantity, amirite?
Can we take a moment to discuss the fact that it is April now? I mean, I know that it was April last Saturday, too, but I feel like 2016 has thus far gone by so fast that I can't keep up with anything. Is this what happens as one gets older? If so, I can get down with it in terms of getting through boring tasks more quickly: I don't mind breezing through activities like washing my floors (so boring yet so necessary), taking an exam, or taking a 10 hour flight. But with this change comes another side effect of quickly passing time: getting older more quickly. That prospect is one I do not face enthusiastically. Not so much because I think getting older has any impact on my worth or even my self esteem**, but mostly because it reminds me of all of the things one is "supposed" to have accomplished once one reaches a certain age. For example: at 28, I still haven't even begun my career, which I hear is something that I should have gotten off the ground at least a couple of years ago. But I have to be honest--while this sort of thing definitely used to bother me, I am starting to feel less and less upset by it. Something to do with
Self-deprecating humor aside, I have spent quite a bit of time thinking about getting older and what it really means in 2016. Approaching milestone ages like 30 or 40 does not have the same connotations it did 30, 20, or even 10 years ago--particularly for women. The phrase "30 is the new 20" has been floating around since I was a teenager, and honestly, I have to agree with it to a certain extent. The concept I agree with even more, however, is "you're only as old as you feel." While I don't necessarily like our society's obsession with perpetual youth, I do concur with the notion that age shouldn't be a limiting factor in how we live our lives. Because, as another phrase goes: "age ain't nothing but a number."
I am not entirely sure what point I am trying to make here, but I think it is something to the effect of: you are never too old to chase your dreams. You are never too old to grow, to evolve, to develop one step closer into the person you aspire to be. And that, to me, is one inspiring thought!
And so concludes the escalation of my musings on how quickly 2016 has gone thus far into an essay on age and getting older. I can't help but get cerebral sometimes, I guess.
*As a fun aside, I apparently struggle to spell the word "ninth." I went through several iterations that just did not look right (as was seconded by the squiggly red spell check line emerging below them each time). "Nineth" and "ninenth" were my favorite fails, because on Saturdays my brain apparently regresses back to the second grade. I blame a week of writing study notes in Norwegian only for that one! I also know that I will probably regret even disclosing my spelling fails, as errors of such epic proportions definitely warrant a degree of ridicule.
**OK, that was a big, fat lie. Looking older definitely has an influence on my self esteem. Case in point: not even concealer can hide my genetic dark circles any more. I know, first world problems to the nth degree, but it seriously bums me out!