So I turned 44 this week. In spite of the fact that my kids spent the 2 weeks leading up to my birthday telling me EXACTLY how old I was going to be, it still feels surreal to type that out. I am officially 44 years old. There's a part of me that doesn't believe it!
My body and mind are definitely aging at different paces. Physically, my hair started turning grey when I was 27 years old and never stopped. I currently have the salt and pepper hair of a fifty something year old. On the other hand, I think a part of my mind is still at early twenties me. That's the part of me that still wants to wear jeans everywhere, shop at the Gap, read the same books by the same authors, rebel against authority figures like they're my school teachers and gets giddy when I'm outside the house after sunset.
Yes, my body and mind are definitely aging at their own individual pace and I cherish it. I've given myself the grace to age at my own pace. I don't have to do the "adult" thing that's befitting of my age. Giving myself this grace means I can continue to dress as a teenager instead of a grown-ass middle aged woman. And that's ok, those clothes bring me comfort. It means I can play hours of the same video games as my ten year old twins. And that's ok, it helps me connect more with my kids. It means that I still refuse to eat a plethora of vegetable because... "Yucky". And that's ok, it helps me understand my 3 year old picky eater even more.
Giving myself the grace to be "immature" in certain areas of life has blessed me in unexpected ways.
What about you? Do you ever feel the pressure to "act your age"? If yes, I invite you to try the alternative option of embracing your spirit at whatever age it wants to be.
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Isaiah 46:4 "I will be your God throughout your lifetime- until your hair is white with age. I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you."
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Reading my gift from my first daughter: The Book of Lost Names (affiliate link) by Kristin Harmel
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