Apr 132012
 

I find the irony of launching my WORDS blog with a NUMBER highly amusing. I don’t know why it delights me so, but it does.

THIRTY-FIVE.

That is how old I am today. It’s my first day on the 35 job. I’m not sure what to expect but portents abound.

For most of my adult life, 35 has loomed ahead as one of those benchmark ages of life. Like 16 or 21, but not so party-ish. Or 50 or 75, but not as…old-ish. Honestly, I have not been looking forward to being 35 years old. It’s a bit like I imagine a mid-life crisis might feel. After all, if I’m blessed to live to 70, the timing is right.

I had a few goals to accomplish before now:

  • Be done having children.

Check.

  • Be healthy, fit, and slender.

Um, hm. We’ll call that one “in progress.”

  • Have an organized house and perfectly landscaped yards.

Ha ha ha ha ha – right.

I’m the oldest of my siblings so I remember when my parents turned 35 and how far away that seemed. Now I’m here, my oldest child turning 15 this fall and my youngest a newly-turned 3 year old that is officially potty-trained.

Sometimes I feel like I live a double life. When my older children are at school and it’s just me and the two little ones, I can fool myself into thinking I’m still in my early twenties with babies at home. Then my teen and preteen come home and reality smacks me in the face.

Time is flying by.

No one can stop it or even slow it down. And while we can’t (or shouldn’t) live in the past, we can travel through time to visit on occasion.

Write everything down.

Take a lot of pictures.

Find a few minutes in every day to breathe and savor existence.

Little drops of water, little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean, and the pleasant land.
So the little minutes, humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages of eternity.

–JULIA CARNEY, Little Things

Looking back, there is very little I would change in the last 35 years. Both good and bad define us, and I wouldn’t want to be anyone else but me. While certain aspects of my life are over (childbearing, for example) I still have much to look forward to (grandchildren, for example). My hubby and I occasionally catch ourselves counting down to an empty nest, but we’re in no hurry even if the kids are in a rush to grow up.

My birthday wish for today: make a point to document those humble yet mighty moments that otherwise might have slipped away unnoticed. One day, you’ll be glad you did.

Do you have a “dreaded” age? How has your perspective of age changed?

 

Some Fun Stuff

Wikipedia has a page full of math facts for the number 35. If you are a number nerd (or not), go check it out.

The number 35 is a tetrahedral number. Uh… a what? Yeah, I didn’t know, either. Thank you, Wikipedia, for the birthday math lesson.

My favorite journaling app: Day One *

My favorite photography app: Instagram *

*No affiliation. I just really like them.

Here are a few of my favorite things that involve the number 35:

  • M35 is an open cluster of stars. Astronomy is my lesser known passion. My original plan was to become an astrophysicist, but then I met my husband and chose to become a wife and mother instead. I wouldn’t change a thing. There is a nice photo of M35 on apod.nasa.gov.
  • There are 35 finalists in the Whitney Awards this year. I have found some new and unexpected favorites. See who the finalists are and learn more about the Whitney Awards.
  • 35mm film. I can’t remember a time that I didn’t love taking pictures.While it’s been years since I used 35mm film, my memories of hours in the dark room developing pictures in are good ones. I can still smell the chemicals and hear the awesome 60s music my photography teacher would turn up full blast while we worked. (“Nights in White Satin” anyone?)

I love reading YOUR words so please comment below. Thanks!

  One Response to “THIRTY-FIVE”

  1. My 53 year old cousin and I were talking about this last night. The older you get, the less the number seems to mean and the less it relates to how you feel inside. When I’m around the young mothers at church, I forget that they see me as one of the middle-aged moms. I just feel like one of them. And then they ask me how my missionary is doing or if my second child has decided on a college for the fall. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel as old or mature as I should for the number of years I’ve put in.

    Happy birthday!

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