The Habit of Rushing Time as We Age

A 28-year-old might say, “I’m almost thirty.”

A 38-year-old might say, “Wow, I am almost 40.”

A 48-year-old might say, “Sheesh. I am almost 50.”

Rarely do we appreciate where we are without becoming anxious about where we are going.

I wonder why this is and if it keeps us from being grateful for where we are. Sometimes I wonder if I fully appreciated my twenties when I was in it.

I guess that’s why they say hindsight is 20/20.

My twin sister and me talk about this often because we don’t like to rush our age. When we turned 36 this year, we didn’t say, “We are almost 40.” We said: “Yay, we are 36!”

This doesn’t mean we haven’t thought about approaching 40 (cause like, do it hurt?), but we don’t like to rush our age time.

I am not 37 until I am 37 and not forty until I am 40.

I hope to keep this outlook on life as I age into my 40s, 50s, 60s, or however long I have left.

Instead of saying how much older we are getting, perhaps we can enjoy every minute of where we are now.