I'm doing it. Growing up I mean.
In a moment of true honesty, I'm going to admit that I am constantly comparing myself to people younger...whether on accident or on purpose. I'm convincing myself that it's a perfectly normal thing to do in your late twenties.
During the spring, while pregnant with Judah, I went and got dinner at this great little coffee shop in downtown Palatine called Uptown Cafe. I frequent the shop, so I knew the girl who worked behind the counter. We started having a conversation about pregnancy and babies (because those are the only conversations people ever have with you when you're 7+ months pregnant). She was telling me how she knows so many people who are having babies now. I agreed and said "I think it's just what happens at our age!"...the lull in our conversation provoked me to ask how old she was. She was 18! A whopping ten years older than her and here I am assuming we're the same.
Our self perceptions become interesting when we get older. We always see ourselves as the twenty somethings thrusted into the world to become adults. But while our bodies certainly age regardless...sometimes I think it's hard to allow your mind to move forward too. I'm noticing more and more that I am growing up...I am letting go of that 21 year old Lindsey who knew everything and was considerably skinnier. I'm in love with the idea that my life experiences are aging me...maturing me. I feel wiser, smarter in the decisions I make. I feel myself thinking before I speak (something I often struggle with!). I'm slowing down...being more patient, kinder, considerate. I'm growing closer to God...my walk with him, my spiritual life.
If you are a regular here on my blog, by now you might think I'm crazy. Every other post seems to be about my age. One day it's a crisis, the next it's an
epiphany. But that's what we do when we learn...when we grow up. All life's uncertainty keeps us on my toes. Even so...within that uncertainty, I'm resting on all I've made certain in my life.
Here's to growing up...