Ah, but let me clarify. The word "mature" can mean so many things. Old, yes. But I don't use that word when referring to myself. I don't buy into societies concept of Old. It seems so limiting and useless. But at 54 years old and starting school in a week after 33 years of not being in school, I am feeling... lost. And of course so many things have changed since I graduated as a licensed practical nurse in 1982. Does anyone even remembers the early 80s? I was going through some old boxes yesterday and found a ream of lined notebook paper and my immediate thought was, "score, I can use this for school!" Second immediate thought, "Do they even use lined notebook paper in school any more?" I have no idea. It's these little unknowns that make me feel so off balanced right now.
I would like to think the word "mature" stands more for "wizened" at this stage of my life. I may not be book-learned but I know a thing or two. I've had experiences galore and lessons-learned aplenty. I will also embrace how academia most likely looks at me, an older person who has been in the work force for many years and back in school as a freshman. Whatever the definition, I feel confident, capable, clueless, and scared shitless.
Writing has always been a way for me to process my world. I have journaled since 1972. Does anyone even remember the early 70s? I'm going modern (being a current student and all). I'm tossing out the lined notebook paper and creating a blog. All of this sounds riveting to me, and most likely only to me. However, whether you are a voyeur, cheerleader, or a good advise deliverer, I welcome you all along for the journey.
Beautiful!
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