I enjoyed your riffing here on never being too old or young to be an instrument of God. I know as a younger person I was a lot more tolerant (by necessity) of regular upheaval in my life. It was kind of exciting, too: never knowing for sure where I would be working in the next few months, or if I would have a relationship, or where I would live. It was also stressful and exhausting and I very gratefully moved on to a more stable and predictable life (though when I think about it, which I avoid doing, it is the height of absurdity to fancy you can ever predict your life.)
Sometimes I do think nostalgically about about my youth and that romantic feeling that anything or anyone could change my life. I wonder if I’ve become too set in my ways. Your essay reminds me that I can’t totally forget how to approach life in uncertainty: I may need that energy again.
I enjoyed your riffing here on never being too old or young to be an instrument of God. I know as a younger person I was a lot more tolerant (by necessity) of regular upheaval in my life. It was kind of exciting, too: never knowing for sure where I would be working in the next few months, or if I would have a relationship, or where I would live. It was also stressful and exhausting and I very gratefully moved on to a more stable and predictable life (though when I think about it, which I avoid doing, it is the height of absurdity to fancy you can ever predict your life.)
Sometimes I do think nostalgically about about my youth and that romantic feeling that anything or anyone could change my life. I wonder if I’ve become too set in my ways. Your essay reminds me that I can’t totally forget how to approach life in uncertainty: I may need that energy again.