Someone asked me today (one of those young ‘uns) what the best thing is about getting older.
Well, it ain’t the creaking joints and sagging you know whats, that’s for sure.
I thought about it for a while and I have to say that the best thing about getting older is – drumroll, please –
I AM NOT AFRAID TO BE MYSELF ANYMORE
It is such a relief to know that I am good enough just as I am.
It is such a relief to know that just because I’m 45 doesn’t mean I have to be an old fuddy duddy stick in the mud.
When I was younger I wanted to be a rockstar. For realz.
I still carry a smidgen of that dream around with me.
Being older means you can be all rock and roll and wear your sunglasses at night (even if your night vision isn’t what it used to be and you end up walking into telegraph poles every five minutes) and not caring if people think you’re an idiot.
Being older means you can still dream of being a rockstar.
Even if you never will be.