One thing I have to remind myself of constantly is that there is a time and place for everything.
Just because I used to do it, is no reason that it is a good idea now. The things I may do now I never did twenty years ago, and probably won’t do in another 20 years. Each year of our life is different. We have different needs, health, family, jobs, etc.
Looking back and wondering where the ‘me that used to be’ went is no good. That me doesn’t exist right now. But I exist. And I like myself. I just can’t live by the same hobbies and goals I used to have. The things that have dropped by the wayside were let go to make room for better more important things.
And that’s all right.
A little while ago I realized that an author I respect was turning 40. 40! I hope they don’t take this the wrong way but I thought they were older. This person is barely a year and a half older than I am and has at least a dozen books published. I guess it was a blow to my ego to realize they were so close to my own age, because what have I accomplished? It's come at an interesting time, as The Engineer and I have been making plans, giving up on some ideas and accepting new ones. A time of flux.
Everyone takes their own journey. Everyone has their own set of crazy to deal with. To everything there is a season and a time and place for everything. It’s natural for us to compare ourselves to others, to always long for what we don’t have, or haven’t accomplished yet. Striving to make ourselves better is one of the things that make us human. Or maybe one of the things that make us divine. And perhaps that’s why we have to keep reminding ourselves that there is a time and place for everything, and sometimes just being is enough.