delicious homemade fruit juice
Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night over some feeling or thought you just couldn’t shake? Or worse yet, have you ever been so gripped by that nagging thought that sleep itself eluded you? Such was my recent plight. And the thought that so powerfully dominated my mental faculties? I am getting older.
I have never been one to obsess about aging. At least, not in terms of fear of aging. The grey hairs that continue to pop up, for example, I refer to as “character” and go about my business leaving them unharmed. No, I have never been afraid of getting older. The truth is I have always been in pursuit of my older self. In fact, I know when this chase began. I can still feel the early morning chill in the air as I stood outside with my siblings, waiting for the bus to pick us up for school and listening to dad, who was headed to the barn, go through his morning ritual with my older sister. “No dating til you’re 25, got it?” he would say with such intensity it made me laugh. But with every utterance of this plea from my father, it reinforced an idea in my little mind. 25 must be the year that would unlock what I wanted most: independence, adulthood, love. My eager anticipation of these things probably contributed to my jumping the gun on all counts. But I must have imagined that being of a certain age would add weight to an opinion or life choice. I came to realize that this was not so automatically the case. “Tut tut you’re only 18, you haven’t experienced anything yet!” “Tut tut, you’re only in your twenties, you’ll change your mind.” And of course the most disappointing: “Tut tut, you’re only 25. You’re just a baby!”
Certainly I can appreciate that there will always be people around me who are older, chalk full of verbal confidence and a need to impart their personal experience. But I think of times I have seen an older woman’s advice dismissed with a “Tut tut, what does she know? She’s just an old lady.” and I ponder this cycle wondering, can age alone breed wisdom? Can it merit respect from others? If not, then is age the right pursuit, or rather, should it be wisdom? I imagine with wisdom one could do both the offering and the accepting of timely counsel.
I think the reason I was held hostage by the thought of getting older is that in reality, I had been chasing what I thought to be a significant number. But it was just that, a number. It came and left without much fanfare. It’s not as if I now show up to the scene of a crisis with my Quarter-Century Plus card, flashing it authoritatively and saying, “I’ll take this from here.” No, nothing was magically unlocked and the truth is, that’s OK. Life carries on and with it, the pursuit of wisdom, for those who take on the journey of getting older.
1 cup fresh strawberries
1 cup fresh blackberries
1 orange, peeled and separated into slices
1 ripe peach, cubed
2 cups orange juice
1 cup water
1 tbs cane syrup
Put everything into a blender and blend away! (If you’re not into pulp and seeds in your juice, just strain it and enjoy!)
At a certain point during my midnight musings, I got up for a glass of water, put myself back in bed, and told myself to just go to sleep. After all, I’m not getting any younger.