Not giving as much of a fig what anyone else thinks. Have you noticed that the older you get, the LESS you care about trivial things that would have mortified you in your youth? Like someone opening the restroom stall on me, worrying how I’m going to look in that dress……eh I have no shame anymore…no need to conform to the popular crowd…no need to impress anyone…when I walk through the lobby of my office building & pass others, it’s a pleasant smile & maybe a ‘hello.’ No averting their eye out of shyness or sucking in my stomach to look more appealing…
It’s really too bad that we come to such conclusions later in life, rather than in our teens when it would come in handy. I’m making up for time lost worrying about what everyone thinks…now that I’m approaching the scary age of … dare I say it … 54 … yikes! I’m doing what I want to do, even if that’s nothing but sitting on my couch & binge watching my favorite show…it makes me happy & content and lets me decompress over a weekend after toiling away at work all week…
If we were magically able to talk to our younger selves now, we’d no doubt tell them to ‘feel free to be yourself,’ ‘stop trying to fit in, because the very things that set you apart from your classmates will be the same things that propel you ahead in life.’
It’s taking me a long time to ‘find myself,’ and it’s still a journey in progress…but I’ve come a long way from that insecure girl who walked with her head & eyes downcast, so painfully shy…now I will gladly chat with a cashier or smile at a fellow shopper…it opens my world a little bit more…if we come out of our tortoise shells, stick our neck out just a bit, we’ll see how much more is out there to explore and enjoy.
So yes… ‘with age comes wisdom.’ There’s a visceral truth in that statement…so much packed into a few tiny words, but oh so powerful. As we age, we do grow wiser, and that’s not a bad thing, and it’s not a bad tradeoff in the end.