So what is the big damn deal about being older than 30? For some people, the mere idea of it sends a shiver down their spine. I don't really have an issue with my age, not as far as numbers are concerned. No, my major crash came when it dawned on me (at age 34) that my baby, my FIRST baby, is in fifth grade. What? When the hell did this happen? Now, I remember fifth grade. Specifically, I remember it as the year the girls in my class all realized that there were at least two REALLY cute boys in the school. I have no idea whether those boys realized that there were cute girls, too, so I have no clue when my son will realize it himself. That's assuming he hasn't already.
But back to my title: Something big happened to me post-30th birthday. I suddenly felt more at ease with who I am, and learned to cherish myself. I became the woman I never thought I would be: confident, strong, and suddenly able (and willing) to work three jobs.
In my twenties, I was sure I had all the answers to life. I thought I was confident, but in reality I was uncertain of the future. I was less prepared then to take on the challenges of life.
Now, I see the world as a blank canvas. It is up to each of us to paint the picture we wish to see. My picture is one of happiness and success. My picture has me trying new things, working outside of my comfort zone and I'm doing this better than I ever thought I would.
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