Ah...youth! It's a nice thing to look back on. But I don't think I'd ever really want to go back to being eleven again.
Or even my twenties. It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.
Not even if I could have those beautiful babies back who have now grown up. They'd only have to grow up all over again. Not sure that would please them much, either.
I am happy right where I am - in the present. It may not be perfect...what is? But there just isn't the same anxiety about appearance. About having - or not having - the right clothes. Shyness that was at times overpowering. Self-esteem somewhere around my ankles. In my memory's eye, it seems there was always something that wasn't right.
Nope. Don't miss youth at all.
Good point Stephanie! Confidence definitely grows with age :-)
ReplyDeleteAmen to that.
ReplyDeleteLook at you! While I miss the youth part, I want it without all the repeats. Can we get it that way? LOL I just loved those photos!
ReplyDeleteWhile I don't miss the struggles of youth, I do miss the agility and freedom of movement. Things hurt now!
ReplyDeleteWell, I miss youth, and I miss having whole hours without some kind of pain. And I miss not having take over a dozen drugs a day. BUT I will say that I do not miss everything you say here!! You and me both!!! I think we re so much more secure in who we are and also not afraid of speaking our minds.
ReplyDeleteLove the photos. The body of my youth combined with the wisdom of my age would be a knockout combo.
ReplyDeleteLove the photographs! Ah to be young again. I wouldn't mind starting over at 40. All of the foolishness was over with by that age and I hadn't started getting the daily aches and pains of the 50's. Ah well! We can dream can't we?
ReplyDeleteI don't yearn to be young again, but it would be nice to spend a little extra time in the middle years. It all flies by so fast.
ReplyDeleteYou said it.
ReplyDeleteGreat post. Eleven wasn't a good year for me either.
ReplyDeleteI completely agree with you. I would not relive my youth. There is no amount of money that would be worth that agony. Here I am in my 40s, with a less perfect body than I've ever had, with eyes that are blurring and other age-induced maladies, and I am happier than I've ever been. Nope, I would never agree to a do-over.
ReplyDeleteThe past is nice to look back upon, but I'm with you...don't want to go back there, either.
ReplyDeleteSome of my youth I miss. The assurance that my body was in its prime, the flexibility, the belief that life offered neverending promise.
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I never felt backing up to get ahead was the right way. I like this post of youth, good for you. I had skeletons follow me so I'm not going there.
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