Young is a Feeling
“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.
Tricia Lott Williford
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Sandy Widstrom says:
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.
tricialottwilliford says:
So beautiful, and so true, Sandy.