One of the best parts of getting older…

My dear friend Kate wrote this yesterday on Facebook, and it’s so fantastic I want to share it everywhere.

One of the best parts of getting older is looking around and realizing I have no idea what’s going on anymore. When I was in my teens and early twenties I was under the delusion that I had life figured out and this resulted in jadedness and cynicism. Now that I confess to complete cluelessness, things are novel and wonderfully weird again. These days I’m always like, “Wow! That’s a thing now? You can make a living that way? People actually wear that in real life? This weird kind of music not only exists, but is a well-developed genre? You can do that kind of art now and not blow up? People do that thing for fun? That astounding natural phenomenon has existed all this time and I never knew about it? OMG you can learn that subject online FOR FREE?” I don’t really mourn the lost wonder of my childhood and all that. Wonder just shifted its perspective, that’s all.
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