"Tricia, I'm only two years from 40, but in my mind I feel like I'm still in my early twenties. Don't you? Don't you still feel so young?"
No, not really. I am turning 33 this month, and I even had to do the math just now to be sure that's the right number. Surely I must be older.
I have to remind myself how young I am, how much life is in front of me. Some of my closest friends have yet to marry at all. The adventure awaits them.
They are my same age. And I have a whole marriage - a whole decade of every day - finished and buried.
I forget sometimes that I'm only 32. Young is a feeling.
I wonder how much life can happen in 18 months.
How much life can happen in 18 months? As much life as you let in. Glib? Probably. Sorry. But seconds, minutes, hours, days ... come and go. It is impossible to digest all of those with purposeful intent; that would be exhausting. However, when I let life in, with its myriad of experiences, life informs me and changes me. Some of those changes come as an easy current and others as a rushing torrent.
So beautiful, and so true, Sandy.