At some point, we reach a point in our lives where
we are used to the idea that change is inevitable.
Children grow up, chapters have begun and ended,
people have come and gone, and there is a certain
sense of happiness that we feel when there is consistency.
A different kind of joy that kind of settles inside and keeps
a warm glow. We look around and know who the ones are
that really matter, who never really did, and wish we knew
it all sooner.
A time when simple things like hearing an old song on the radio,
looking at old photos, or catching up brings a special smile.
We embrace the things that have remained consistent as time has passed; a favorite band, a style of clothing, a friend , family member, or relative who has always been there for us.
Maybe this is mid life – I don’t really know for sure but I’m happy for the people that have remained consistent, and also for the changes that life can bring. I’m happy to be able to breathe the air and sit back and say, yeah…I’ve been there, done that.
I just called my grandparents on a whim to say hello and tell them I love them. It felt great. This is no advice blog, but if any of my dear followers are reading this, I hope you call yours, too. Grandparents are chill.