Yesterday, I was 18. I was headed off to college. I was about to meet the love of my life. The man who would become my husband and the father of my two adorable sons and beautiful daughter. I was young. The biggest concern in my life was what shoes to wear. I thought 25 was old. I thought 30 seemed ancient. Over the hill.
Today, I woke up old. I looked at my life and it just hit me that I am no longer young. Some how years have slipped by. I am no longer a care free child. I am a wife, a mother, a business owner. By my 18 year old standards, I am old. I am over the hill. But I feel like my life is just beginning. I feel like I am just getting started. I see that 18 year old version of me as a baby. Like a toddler who thinks they know everything. Age is in the eye of the beholder. One day I will wake up and be 40, 50, 90. Each time I will take a look back at my life. Each time I will realize how young I was and how old I am. Each time I will appreciate what I used to be. And each time I will love what I am. Getting older doesn’t have to be a bad thing. In my experience, everything gets better with age.
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AuthorI am a writer, a crafter, a DIYer, a mom, wife, a daughter, a professional, and whatever I decide to be tomorrow. While I spend most of the day being called mama, I am much more than that.Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. Archives
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