I moved to Los Angeles a little more than four months ago and it has been everything I had hoped. The move has been SO good for me—a breath of fresh air both physically and emotionally.
I recently celebrated my first birthday in LA—hopefully the first of many I get to have here.
It took getting older to recognize the wisdom of the saying “getting older is a privilege.” Until you have the experience of losing a loved one or facing your own mortality, each new birthday may be little more than an excuse to eat cake and complain that you’re ‘so old’ even if your new age is 28 or 39. Now I realize the gift of more days and more experiences.
This year, I vowed to stop saying “ugh, I’m so old” and acting as if each new age is some kind of small tragedy. Changing my mindset won’t be easy—feeling self-conscious about aging has become a bad habit for me. We all receive messages, both subtle ones and direct, that youth is what matters. But I need to cut it out and focus on the exciting changes and opportunities and feelings stemming from the big move and, yes, even getting older.
Thanks for the kind birthday messages. 💓 Now keep me honest about my vow!
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