THE NARRATIVE ARC
The More I Age, The More I Change
Musings from a 75-year-old woman
There are many stages a caterpillar goes through to change into a butterfly, just as there are many stages humans go through to become an adult.
I am nearing the end stage of my metamorphosis.
A few weeks ago, I became a 75-year-old adult.
Our kids and their families came to town for a long weekend to celebrate. Although I was happy to do all the activities they planned, I was worn out at the same time.
When the weekend was over and I waved goodbye to our 2 kids, their spouses, 6 grandkids, a dog, and a puppy, I was sad to see them leave but was looking forward to some peace and quiet.
I plodded up the driveway to our front door and walked into a messy, but quiet house. As I stretched out in my favorite recliner I started to reflect on my weekend.
That’s when it hit me, the more I age, the more I change.
Closing my eyes in exhaustion, my life streamed through my consciousness as if in a movie.
It seems like childhood, young adulthood, and new motherhood happened just yesterday, but in reality, they are just fond memories that will never change. It’s me who has changed.
