“Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness.” Proverbs 16:31
Remember when we were little and we were asked our age? We would usually reply, “I’m 5 ½” or “I’m almost six,” rounding up because being older made us feel important and “big”. Now instead of important and big, it just makes us feel old and we find ourselves hanging onto the current number until the very last second….“No, I’m not thirty-nine! I’m only thirty-eight. I won’t be thirty-nine for another two hours, 7 minutes and 32 seconds.”
To assuage our fragile egos and make us feel younger, writers, bloggers and the media have taken to redefining age; “Forty is the new twenty,” they say. Well here I am twenty-seven again and it’s not quite the same this time around. I look older, my children are all adults and I’m not quite sure what I want to be now that I’m all grown up.
When I was on the cusp of turning thirty, I thought, “Wow, I’m getting old.” And then when I was in my mid-thirties, I kind of wanted to linger there because forty was the next milestone and everyone knows that forty is when you’re really old.
That’s when I realized that age is a matter of perspective.
There are times when our ascent into those higher digits creeps up on us and it’s like sticker shock, leaving us reeling. But really we do ourselves a disservice when we focus on the years under our belt instead of the life we’ve lived.
Be realistic, we can’t go back. Forty is not the new twenty. It’s time to embrace our age instead of running from it, be it thirty, sixty or even eighty. We’ve earned the miles on our body, the years of service and love to our family and friends. And I figure since everything is considered “sexy” these days, instead of redefining our age, we can redefine our perspective on it and just consider growing older, sexy.
Are you with me on this?