make younger friends

I am getting very close to marking this one done. It seems that in the last 2 years all the friends but one that I have made have been younger.

I have been trying to wrap my head around why that would be. It seems that a few years ago I started to feel like I had “arrived.” It was as if the part of my life that required rigor and accountability and “keeping my nose to the grindstone” had been completed. I started to dig deep and pull out those projects that had been put on the back burner while I was being so rigorous. What I found was a forgotten little cul de sac from when I was 20-23. It is a place that requires little grounding and is all about spreading wings and learning to fly. The other people I find exploring this same place are universally younger than myself, usually about 19-30.

It has been a pleasant, if sometimes uncomfortable ride. I have no idea where I am going and am unconcerned about arriving. If you are on a similar path, feel free to join me. Regardless of your age.

I think I need to be careful about what I wish for.

I have now gone from exclusively making friends who are older than I am to exclusively making friends who are younger than I am. Many of them half my age.

I like the direction and the flow with these friends. They seem very connectible and heart centered. I love the ease and the spontaneity that infuses our time together.

On the other hand, it has been a few years since topics like roommates, parental demands, broken cars, jilted lovers, and angst have crept into conversation.

It feels like a lovely ride. I think I will take memories instead of pictures.

I don’t look at physical age much. It’s the mental age that attracts me. If matured mental age is in a younger body, so be it.

Most of my aquaintances are older than myself. LOL It’s the oldest-sibling-curse.

It seems that all my friends are older than I am. Some by as much as 20 years. Since I am turning 40 tomorrow, it only seems right that I have some friends that are younger than me as well.