I just watched this week’s Cougar Town and I related to it so much. I’m getting older, and this move proves it. I just can’t recover as fast as I used to. They were talking about all the fun they had in their 20s and sharing crazy stories. I have those stories too, probably too many of them. But I’m so glad I do and I’m so glad they happened in my 20s (and early 30s). I’m glad I can look back and say I had a crazy, crazy youth. I’m glad I really tried, because I have no regrets, although sometimes I think it may have been too crazy. Since it’s in the past, that’s just fine with me.
Because of that, I have no desire to do it again, which is good, because I couldn’t do it now. But feeling this way after the move, I really feel my age. I’m not yet 40, but that’s how I feel: not yet 40. What I most appreciate now is that I have no need to prove myself, I already did that. I couldn’t do it better even if I could go back. That’s a life success story, and I hope my future holds something just as exciting except… different.