Ever since I was able to understand aging and the role it plays in our acceptance in society, I knew ONE thing to be true: I couldn’t wait to turn 30. For me, 30 has always been the perfect age. At 30 you’re finally old enough to be taken seriously by those around you, but you’re still young enough to have moments of silliness and no one bats an eye. When the film, “13 Going On 30” came out, I couldn’t wait to see it, because I GOT it: 30 is the age you want to be. 30 is the age when your life REALLY begins.
Then the reality of a society focused on the young set in. At my prime age of being noticed by society (ages 16 to 25), I was either an awkward teenager, or a young adult with two jobs and poor sleeping habits, or a new Mom with a newly acquired “pajamas are okay to wear all day long” attitude. I was at my most influential and most capable, according to society, and I squandered it away making ends meet and trying to survive my adolescence.
So busy I was that it wasn’t until a few years ago that I even picked up a paint brush and unlocked a part of myself I KNEW had to be in there somewhere, but I just couldn’t find. So busy I was that I’ve had my sewing machine sitting in a box for the last year before finally unpacking it, setting it up, and learning the ways of sewing, only to find I am REALLY good at it. So busy I was that now I’m 28, turning 29 in 2014…and according to society, I’m too old to chase down my dreams.
I call bullshit.
If ever I feel like that, I’m fortunate that all I have to do is call my Mother. My Mom is Linda Yancy, of Yancy & Yancy and The Good’uns: Memphis based folk/americana musicians. She, my step-dad, and their band gig regularly, keep bizarre hours, mingle with Grammy award winning producers and writers, are on a first name basis (and “hug your neck when I see you out in public” basis) with the former head of Def Jam Records, and they’re doing it all in their fifties. Not only that, they didn’t even START until their fifties. They were raising 4 kids, you see, and like me, making ends meet.
But, that didn’t stop my Mom from understanding that you’re NEVER too old to chase dreams. You’re never too old to take a look at your passions, your talents, and your opportunities, and MAKE those dreams become realities. And that’s something I want you to think about today: what dreams are you neglecting because you think your window of opportunity has closed? What passion have you set aside because you’re just “too old” to make it work now? What exists in your life that causes you to feel inadequate?
Whatever it is…whatever they are…STOP IT. You’re NEVER too old. It doesn’t matter what the media tells you and it doesn’t matter that advertising is geared toward the young. You are viable, you are BREATHING, and you are ALIVE until you’re not. Make every second of that life count, and live a life full of passion and dream chasing!
And in the words of my own Mother: