Well, I’ve successfully completed my first week in my 30’s, and I think I did quite well. I have been waiting all my 20’s to be in my 30’s, and I have to say it’s exactly what I had hoped for!
I love it. I love aging. Although, I would hardly call being in my 30’s aging, but you know what I mean.
My 20’s were good. I had some fun times for sure. But looking back I can see they were mostly a time of struggle and growth. I got the heck out of Washington and moved to California, all. by. myself! I lost touch with my best friend…then got her back. Some of my closest friendships, I made in my 20’s. My dad died out of the blue, and I lost both of my grandpa’s. I got married, which was awesome (hi honey!)…but an adjustment as well. (In a, it’s all me not you, sort of a thing.) We bought and sold a house. I had both my kids. I stopped working and decided to stay home with my kids. I met anxiety for the first time. Didn’t much enjoy that. Though, the sweetest moments with God were because of that period of my life.
So many amazing beginnings in the last decade, but with those beginnings came an end to other parts of my life. My freedom. Gone. My sanity. Heading out. My shopping time. Dwindling. You know, the little stuff. I guess there’s always some good with the bad. Ying with the yang. (I know, deep thoughts, huh?)
I feel so excited about my 30’s and 40’s. (Don’t get all worked up, it’s just that I can only think 2 decades ahead at a time here…) Although I know I still have a lot of growing and learning to do, I feel that the lessons of my 20’s are there to remind me that I can and will get though anything that may come up in life. Going into my 30’s, I feel like I’m more settled in who I am.
I know what’s important and what I can let go of.
I’ve learned that freedom and sanity is way over rated, and at least there’s medication for the latter. (God works through medication. It’s true. Amen anyone???) Shopping on the other hand, mmmm, not so willing to let that one go. And don’t EVEN talk to me about my hair appointments. Now those are just sacred.
See look at me. Who knew? I mean, a week ago I was just a baby. And now, I’m a woman! 😉 A strong woman.
Hear me roar.
© 2008 “Le Musings of Moi”
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Ahh, welcome to being a grown-up (??) You have a great attitude! =)
Oh girl, if you only knew what happens in the 30’s..
I’m not telling either..
Although your enthusiasm will probably beat it all out!
You go girl!! 30 was my best year ever! Hope yours is too!
congratulations on a successful first week 🙂 hope each one is better than the last!
What a great post. And might I chime in with an AMEN, God does work through medication. 🙂 I’ll never know how my poor husband survived those first few postpartum weeks before I was on medication. Poor man.
I love this post! I am actually excited about my thirties so this makes me even more so 🙂
i remember when i started writng seriously in my 30s. i hadn’t written much more than checks and shopping lists for years and years and all of a sudden, it was like the lights came back on. then i realized that i could write because i had something to say, and that the older i got, teh more i would have to say. i realized i woudl be able to write things at 40 and 50 that i couldn’t write then, cause i hadn’t lived enough. and for the first time in my whole life, i actually looked forward to being old. 🙂
Totally cool thoughts! I remember being so depressed when I turned 30! Looking back, that’s so ridiculous…good thing I’ve lived twice as long now! Six days before I turned 60 (in September), I blogged for the very first time…I figured I needed to make the decade count!!! Sounds like you’re definitely doing that! Congrats to you!
Enjoy your 30’s! I’m thinking it only gets better from here…at least that’s what I’m hoping at 34!
Love your post. I’m looking forward to my 30’s. Not there quite yet, but I’m expecting them to be fabulous!