What's With Getting Old?

Today we celebrated B's 35th birthday. Man....how that didn't scare him when he woke up this morning (or ACTUALLY when he went to bed 'cause I think he was up until 3 AM watching something...probably Teen Wolf...yuck...I seriously cannot stand that show and he made me watch 2 episodes...TWO...and how he can stay up that late is just crazy to me).

I digress. What I really want to talk about is aging. Is it really just a number? Is it all about the mindset? The aches and pains we didn't have 10 years ago? The desire to eat a bunch of whipped cream and then regret it 'cause you know it went straight to your lovehandles?

As I sit here, drinking my caramel latte from Twenty-Five and Main, I wonder what it would be like to wake up and be 35. Remember, I just barely turned 31 and was not looking forward to that. And granted, 35 is not that much older than 31.

Then I think that 'Wow, B just turned 35...and when I met him, he had just turned 25.' That makes me feel old. But I'm not old.

Does any of this make sense?

Literally, we don't know how long we have here on this earth. We are lucky to wake up the next morning and lucky to breathe in our next breath. But we forget about that. We don't remember that tomorrow night we could get hit by a car while crossing the road to the library or that cancer might be lurking in our breasts.

So how old is old? My papa died when he was 75 and someone said "So young..." I thought, not young at all. He lived a good portion of life. 75 years is a long time. But is it really? His mom lived to be 20 years older than that.

Getting old freaks me out. I like being able to play with my kids, to stay up late with B and to drink lots of coffee without thinking of the side effects (which seem to change every year). Is it really that big of a deal? Shouldn't I just enjoy the 'now'?

(By the way, yes, I do notice that I'm asking a lot of questions...just deal with it.)

The fact is, getting old should not be scary. I should be happy with where I'm at now and know that no matter what, God's got me right where He wants me. If it sucks, well, then I'm learning a lesson. And if it's great, then dwell in that moment. Give Him praise. Don't think about where I'll be physically or mentally in 10 years (although mentally, it's easy...I'll be crazy because I'll have almost 3 teenage girls). Don't think about the "what if's".

It's like this:

Seize the day
Seize whatever you can
'Cause life slips away
Just like hourglass sand
Seize the day
Pray for grace from God's hand
Then nothing will stand in your way
Seize the day

So tomorrow, I'm just going to enjoy myself;
my 31 year-old self and not worry about tomorrow.
Or the next 10 years.