Lots of things improve with age. Wine. Cheese. Chili.
And I’m almost daring enough to say ME.
Almost, because I still lack confidence, and almost, because I’m afraid of the misconceptions you all might be having, that I’m a little egotistical. After all, my blogs are mostly about myself, and I usually just share the good things.
But the truth is, I think most of us improve with age.
When I was in my 20s, I was hot. Hot headed, I mean. At that time, I felt the need to be in control of everything, and when I couldn’t be, and goodness knows with four young kids I rarely was, I’d lose my patience and have to sit myself in time-out.
The kids generously kept practicing my patience, until eventually, I got pretty darn good at it.
I’ve also improved at not sweatin’ the small stuff. Spilled milk on my newly cleaned floor? Pshaw – the dog’ll clean it up. Clean clothes still in the basket? Well, at least our closets look cleaner. The dishwasher didn’t run the night before? YAY! I don’t have to unload them!
I’m also more accepting of others and their differences, and believe me, I come in contact with a lot of people who are different. My co-workers will often criticize our night auditor for his compulsive lying. But I understand it’s just who he is. He can’t help telling people he’s the most popular piano player at the local dueling piano bar, or that he runs a marathon daily, or that he’s the manager of the hotel. While all this makes me smile inside, and sometimes cringe when a guest believes his stories, I am just as polite and respectful of him as I am of everyone else I work with.
My biggest improvement, however, has been dealing with the hand that’s dealt me. There’s still room for improvement here, but more often than not, I find myself saying “It is what it is”. Of course, if I were to get hurt right now and not be able to run, “It is what it is” would NOT be the words I utter. But for the most part, if I’m stuck in traffic and my hour commute turns in to an hour and a half, no worries. I crank up the music and enjoy the extra time I get with my car. Or if my work schedule keeps me from running as many miles as I would like, I come up with other ways to prep – like tackle Holy Hill right after work. Before I realize I’m tired. Basically, if it’s not something I can control, I don’t dwell on it, and instead, learn to work with it.
Now you know…. I’m leaving out the things I’m still bad at, but when I look back at how uptight and stressed and tense I used to be, I’m really liking the more laid back and positive me.
And it’s great to know that there is something good about growing older.
Well, at least until I reach the age when I’ll become a Grumpy Old…um… Gal.