Well, the last of the New Year’s resolutions went out the window when I let March, April, and most of May go by without a blog post (I had resolved to write at least once a month). My annual domain auto-renewal notification reminded me that I was letting good money go down the drain, though, so here we are.
Meanwhile, I had a birthday. Yep, they have a way of rolling around once a year. If I wasn’t officially in the late 20s club before, I suppose I am now. One’s late 20s seem to be an interesting time, especially as a single gal…it begins to edge into the realm of one’s consciousness that decisions made now just might have significant repercussions in 20, 30, or 40 years. The “trial” period of life (if it could be said that there is such a thing) begins to feel like it’s coming to a close. On a lighter note, certain of those that take such a morbid interest in my personal life have suddenly deemed an entirely new age group of men as acceptable for contemplation, which widens the field considerably. (Hey, gray hair is distinguished and retirement just means we’d have more time together…)
Mostly, though, I’ve noticed a recurring theme in an interesting piece of advice that is often targeted at people my age – entire bookstore sections, Pinterest boards, and advice columns that could be called “Regrets and How to Avoid Them.” Oh yes, there are many experts with words of wisdom on how to work, play, eat, travel, date, medicate, educate, save, spend, invest, and insure now so that there is no sigh of remorse within the next decade (or two or three). I think they know their audience pretty well; it’s a vulnerable time, when the metabolism slows down and the freshness of a career wears off and you find yourself with a free ticket to the comparison game. I won’t lie…it’s gotten to me a little bit. I think in the last two months I’ve questioned every decision I’ve made since the age of 16.
Faithfully, gently, God has redirected my attention. Scripture is full of admonition regarding the time that we are given. It leads me to consider that life isn’t so much about preventing or eradicating regrets; rather that I had better heed the priorities that I have now, which will determine the kind of regrets I have later in life. Life is short…so brief a time in which to obey God’s command to love Him and to love others. It’s pretty clear that at the end of my life, missed investment opportunities won’t matter like opportunities missed to invest in people.
At 90 years old, I will still be a broken, fallen woman. I know that I will have regrets. But I pray that they are the right regrets — ones that reflect the priorities of the One I call Master and not those of this world.
For we are strangers before you and sojourners, as all our fathers were. Our days on the earth are like a shadow, and there is no abiding. – I Chronicles 29:15
The years of our life are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty; yet their span is but toil and trouble; they are soon gone, and we fly away. Who considers the power of your anger, and your wrath according to the fear of you? So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom. – Psalm 90:12
And the world is passing away along with its desires, but whoever does the will of God abides forever. – I John 2:17