Don’t try to be young. Try to be you.
I woke up one morning and this phrase popped into my mind. It’s perfect, isn’t it?
Sometimes I think life is like junior high, where we struggle to find ourselves and fit in – or else we rebel, and that’s uncomfortable, too. The pressures to conform are intense.
But then you get older, and something happens. You feel more sure of yourself, more free to decide what you will put up with or won’t, what you will sacrifice and for whom, etc. And nobody (we can now say this with certainty and conviction) can tell us how to think. Because we have the gift of years. We know.
So find your own path, and enjoy the sound of your solitary footfalls on the warm ground. Inhale the fragrance of new growth. Turn your face to the sky, close your eyes, feel the sun. You are alive. You are blessed. You are on your own precious, one-of-a-kind path. Enjoy it.