Young At Heart

Recently, my husband and I were just hanging out on our porch under the tabletop heater, having a few drinks and reminiscing the good ole days, and when I think of my younger years, it makes me laugh at the things I used to do and the places I used to hang out. These days, the things I do are more thought out and planned. I don’t go out as often at home, and when I am home, I spend most of my time caring for my home and farm. Before, it was all about who wanted to hang out or where we were hanging out after work. I was always on the go: I still am with work, but that’s a different “on the go’.

Growing up most of my life in a big city, then moving to another state way out in the country to a small town, so small we only have one police officer, was a culture shock. I was 30 and still taking on the world, well, in my mind. My life slowly started to come to a crawl. I stayed home more and would rather have friends visit and hang out at my place. When Covid hit, I had no problem staying home. I couldn’t imagine being my younger self going through all the isolation that Covid brought.

We talked about how we have the best of both worlds right now. I love being home, and I love when it’s time to hit the road for another event. When I am on the road working, I feel like I am in my 20s again. I pack my luggage with excitement, ready to see everyone and spend the week or just the weekend laughing, dancing, dressing up, and catching up with friends. It’s my time to let loose and feel free. When I return home, I’m not going to lie; it takes me a day or two to recover, but it’s worth it. In life, you need to find a balance. I think I am a responsible adult trying to do everything right. I also don’t want to lose my inner self by enjoying the life I have. I think my life has the perfect balance right now. It is like a mullet: business in the front, party in the back. A new year is approaching, and I look forward to another year with my younger self.