Inspiration and growing older
Sometimes I read something on a blog or in a book and I think, wow. One day, I’ll write that good. Cook that good. Be that funny, endearing and interesting. I think that when I read Kathleen Norris, or Annie Dillard, or Ann Lamott.
It’s fun to be in my twenties, as long as I continuously recognize the fact that I’m a noob at life for most intents and purposes. I feel like a wobbly kid walking on that balance beam at the playground that is actually only a foot off the ground. On this blog, I write about all the crazy and ordinary shenanigans and ideals I get myself into and I don’t spell check or edit or draft – I just lay it out there. People think their whole childhood about being a “grown up” and what they really picture, or at least I did, is being in their twenties and thirtees: what job you will have, who will be your spouse, what cute little kids you will have, what your house will look like… then BAM! You’ve arrived! Look around – this is what you’ve pictured as being “grown up”! And then the kids start to age and EEK, so do you. The future, being the mom of older kids, being a mid-lifer, or older, seems a million miles away.
Sometimes I meet some woman who is passed her 20’s and 30’s and I realize it must be rather grand. I met one last week at knitting- a sarcastic, fun, energetic mom from church. Or I’ll read someone’s blog who strikes me as being very comfortable in their own skin, or very at peace with life, and I begin to look forward to growing older, wiser, more seasoned and secure.
Blogs like this. I read Karina’s Kitchen from time to time and its like listening to the rambles of the mom figure I’ve always wanted, lol. She’s gifted in the kitchen, gifted with words, spunky and unapologetic in her humor. I like her. So I’m passing on her blog, for those who haven’t read it yet (if there are any of you left?) because maybe seeing a woman like this age so gracefully in her demeanor will inspire you too. Doesn’t it just make you wanna live life to the fullest, whatever that means for you?
(Doesn’t it also make you wanna bake some muffins?!) 
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I don’t so much worry about being funny or interesting. I worry that I’m not leaving behind a trail. That I’m not putting myself out there for the world to know that I am alive in this little house I live in with my kids. IDK. Just pondering your ponderings.
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Yes, that is a whole other topic! I think about that too sometimes, which leads to this really deep rabbit hole thought about the importance of this earthly life at all, in comparison to eternity, and if the relationships formed here will be rekindled in the afterlife, and on and on and on. Then my brain says, “I’m too finite for this!!!” And I go back to whatever futile thought I was thinking before…
When I was in my very early twenties I remember thinking and even saying out loud to my (very forgiving) friend who is 14 years older than I am, that I couldn’t wait to get older so I would have some character. I was being goofy but what I meant was that being older meant to me (then) that others would take me seriously. I wish I had known then that it didn’t really matter if anyone else took me seriously, it mattered so much more that I believed that what I was doing was meaningful and that I was making my own choices rather than choices that I hoped would put me in a certain light with others.
Hey, thanks for giving me a place to do a little thinking. I wouldn’t have gone down this little thought path if not for your beautifully written post.
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