As of yesterday, I’m 39 years old. I’m not “old” yet, but I’m definitely getting older. And while I’m not crazy about the effects of aging on my face and body, I have to say that so far I don’t mind having the number climb upwards. I’ve noticed a few things about getting older. My hair is getting thinner, and lines on my face are getting deeper. But one thing I’ve noticed lately is that I don’t bandwagon as much. When I was younger, I chose to get passionate about all kinds of things. I would throw myself into peripherals: scheduling my babies, home organization techniques, homeschooling philosophies and practices, once-a-month cooking, you get the idea. I thank God that the blog world did not exist when I was a young mother or I would have been sucked into a whole slew of other things: simple, frugal, green, and crunchy. These are good things, don’t get me wrong, but as a younger woman, these things would have crushed me. I would have made the youthful assumption that it might just be possible for me, the ordinary mother, to do it all (and I would have assumed that everyone else was doing it all – and trust me, they aren’t). I might attempt it, but would surely come crashing into the wall of my limitations. As I have lived a little longer I’m learning what is really worth my time and energy. I’m basing this on a more accurate estimation of myself, and my personal set of circumstances. As I get older, I am slower to step on anyone’s peripheral bandwagon. That’s one good thing about getting a few years behind you.
I have a ton more to say about young women and bandwagons, but I’ll save it for a future post. I think I might be bandwagoning against bandwagons. hmmm.