Ok, so I really could have spent a little bit more time on this diagram, but it shows my point and I'm all about doing the bare minimum when it comes to these sorts of things...
Jon painted a picture of one of the best analogy's that I've every heard on the subject. And I know this isn't anything new, but aging shouldn't be painted as crossing a map. You aren't moving from one point to another-leaving that piece of you behind as you go. Instead we are more like a ball of wax-growing and developing as we age-taking every piece of ourselves with us as we progress. I didn't leave my love for obnoxious punk music and snowboarding in my teenage years. My ridiculously loud manual transmission car is a souvenir from young adulthood that I really don't want to part with! And I will always love fried chicken and chocolate milk-just like I did when I was 6.
Sometimes it's hard to find balance. It was funny-towards the end of both pregnancies I got a little weird. I start listening to music from high school and wanting more than anything to be back there. I think I freak out a little at where life is taking me-being a Mom is this crazy responsibly and I miss the simplicity of only looking out for myself. But then when I sit down for even a moment to think about it I would never go back...I love my life, my hubby and my babies too much.
Jon reminded me that I don't have to give up everything from my past lives-just continue to grow and mold it into where I am now. And that's what I try to do. I take silly pictures with silly girls, drive my loud car, play at the park with my babies, cliff jump at the lake, and enjoy chocolate milk.