I turn 45 this month. Generally I try to ignore my birthday. For reasons I do not fully understand, this birthday seems different. I have crossed a line. I am no longer referred to as “young.” My hair color can best be described as “grey.” And later this year, my wife and I will celebrate our 24th wedding anniversary. Spun more positively, I am gaining experience.
Aging does have benefits. The other day someone told me that I now have the opportunity to make “better mistakes.” My resume is full of lousy mistakes. I have hurt people by talking first and thinking second. More than once I have chosen second or third best because I lacked the patience to consider all the options. The word, “Sorry,” has not been used nearly enough in my conversations with others. I have misjudged people too often for superficial reasons.
I doubt any of us will arrive at a “mistake free” existence anytime soon. We all blow it from time-to-time.
My hope for my next 45 years is that I will make better mistakes. I want to do more thinking and less talking. I want stop and think before rushing in and choosing the easiest option. I want to spend more time apologizing and less time defending. I want to hear a person’s story before I jump to conclusions.
I want to better live out the Apostle Paul’s more excellent way. I want to choose to love first and make better mistakes.