What do you think gets better with age?

Life.

Life gets better with age. When we’re young we fear getting older, I embrace it. As I’ve aged, I’ve become more comfortable in my skin. Especially in the past year, I’m more vocal about what I’m willing to tolerate. I know what I bring to the table and I’m not afraid to eat alone. I’ve been in bad relationships, horrible relationships, blah relationships and I’ve learned from each and every one. I have held a variety of jobs, had good bosses, bad bosses, horrible bosses – I’ve been a mother, a girlfriend, a wife, a breadwinner, a nurse, a friend, a confidante, a manager and a director. I’ve always tried my best to put myself in the other person’s shoes, but I no longer tolerate disrespect.

As a parent, it’s been a pleasure to watch my children age. The cute baby years and toddler antics were stressful because for the most part even though I was married, I was basically a single parent with very little help from their father. School-age was even more stressful as I was working 2-3 jobs at a time to make ends meet and had to miss many school functions and sporting events. It’s been a hoot to watch each child grow and go their own way – I remember holding them as babies and watching as they nursed and wondering to myself “what will he/she grow up to be?”

Compost

Compost most definitely gets better with age. I’ve long been interested in gardening but not had the time to really delve into it until this year. We have the two raised vegetable beds, and I have planted a couple of rosebushes. We are building a compost bin this week having sourced the pallets and already having the rest of the hardware and screws to do so. I love the idea of composting and found out just this week that NYC has a municipal requirement for composting. The idea that we can take the vegetable peels, eggshells, grass, leaves and cardboard and put it all together to form an organic matter that helps my gardens grow is exciting to me!

Many things improve with age – among them fine wine and cheese — one of which I love, the other of which I can live without. (Never been a big drinker.)