Happily Accepting the Inevitable …
Today is the oldest you’ve ever been and the youngest you’ll ever be again – Eleanor Roosevelt
The first day of March, St. David’s Day, heralds my birthday.
Birthdays don’t bring that much excitement any more. When you have been around for well over six decades they kind of lose their appeal. Although I am grateful that I have been around for that long.
But it did get me to thinking – about life in general – about how many different people I have been during my lifetime so far – and how many of those different people are still in the heart of me. For we are the sum of all our parts.
Every few years – perhaps a decade – a new me takes over. Everything changes – new hopes, new dreams, new ambitions, new opinions – everything. I couldn’t possibly be the same me I was at 10, 20 or 30. You grow up, make choices that lead you on different paths – want different things - need different things.
I leave all those different me’s behind – each one is in the past – what is important is the me I am now. The one I have come to accept with all its faults and imperfections. I try not to judge or reject myself any more – I now accept myself for who I am, not who I perceive myself to be, or what I want other people to believe I am.
Because one believes in oneself, one doesn’t try to convince others. Because one is content with oneself, one doesn’t need others’ approval. Because one accepts oneself, the whole world accepts him or her. – Lao Tzu
Am I always this introspective when a new birthday comes and goes – no, not really – mostly the day just passes with a small celebration to mark the occasion – a few cards, the odd present - with just a passing thought that another year has been added to the ever-growing total.
How do you feel about birthdays as you get older?