I was challenged by my friend Steve that I would not keep up on the Midwestern Position. Not the blog, but the posts where I cut the crap and give my very honest and somewhat judgmental opinions on a variety of topics. Today is no exception.
It might seem odd that a twenty-nine year old would be sharing her opinion about aging, but I age everyday, just like you. My opinion is not focused on the aches and pains usually associated with aging, but rather, the nonsense that is associated with aging.
I was driving down a neighborhood street in Grand Forks when my mother said something I considered to be sage wisdom when she started telling me how many of her colleagues complain about getting older...
"Sara, I don't know why they complain. What is the alternative. You die."
Right she is. I can't stand it when a young person says, "I can't believe we are twenty-nine. We are getting so old." Are you kidding? That statement is annoying to me on so many levels. First of all, I have loved every age that I have ever been so I am assuming that I will love 30, 40, 50, and beyond. I plan to live to be a healthy 97 years old and I hope that I never say, "We are getting so old." I just believe in time as a blessing, age as a token of growth, and everyday as an opportunity to do something.