Let's live. Let's not feel pressured "to act our age" or embarrassed if we act older than the age we are. Let's not be ashamed of it or hide from it or mutter the number quietly. Let's be proud of our age, no matter how young or old. Right now. Today. This year. And every year we get.
For me, getting older has always been a welcomed process -- a pattern that allows me to gauge how I'm evolving, but at the same time it's a process that allows me to mature emotionally, psychologically, and professionally.
Millennials like to feel like they belong. They like to feel like they are needed, especially in the work place. This doesn't mean that they are needy and dependent. This means that they like their work or relationships to be meaningful.
Age is just a number. It's how many candles are on a cake. It's not you. It's not what defines you. How we treat the passage of years is up to us. I've learned to appreciate my decades and the experiences they've given me. I've decided to focus on growing rather than aging. Who's with me?
Middle age is a tricky thing. Does it happen at 35 or is it 55? No one really knows for sure. In the stone age, middle age truly would have been old age. There are young people who act old. Old people who act young. Perhaps best not to judge too much. So how do you know if you're middle age?
With age come wisdom, courage, humility, compassion, patience and heart-healing laughter. We have earned every line on our faces because they reflect the passions of willing hearts and souls that have done some real living and are so much the richer for it.
Because of my 40th birthday, I've been thinking a lot about this milestone and also reflecting on age in general. 40 seems like a pretty big and important number, although it doesn't feel how I thought it would feel.
I've found myself ready to embark upon the rest of my journey with someone special and with that, has come a few new revelations about myself I would have never expected if asked prior to today, including the fact that I'm 'good' with dating 'grandfathers.'
It happens. Yes, we all come to the moment we realize we are growing old. It just happens differently for each of us. When we choose to avoid what is happening, in the words of the Bhagavad Gita, our choice is in vain, for nature will compel us to look into the face of reality.
183 years ago, on June 26th, 1830 -- at the age of 64 years, 10 months, and 5 days -- William IV became king upon the death of his older brother, George IV. (William IV is probably best known for being the uncle and predecessor of Queen Victoria.)