In just a couple of days, I turn 37. Labor Day marks the day in which my mom and dad brought me into the world. There are times when I feel that I am just getting started, and there are other times when I feel that I lived and seen so much. When I was younger, I was afraid of getting old. Afraid of getting gray hair. Afraid of wrinkles. And while I don’t have any wrinkles or gray hair (well, just a strand or two), growing older gracefully has become appealing to me. I am no longer afraid, but rather grateful for being the gift of seeing another day each morning when I open my eyes.
I am much closer to 40 now than I am to 30. That does bother me a bit, I guess, because I never felt like a grown up. I keep wondering when that “grown up gene” will click on, but alas, I still sometimes feel like I am riding a bike with training wheels. I continue to make mistakes, but I also make sure to learn from them and not continue to repeat them.