So, this is 40 and I could not be happier. This time last year I feared turning 39, the age that would make me older than my mom at her passing. Subsequently, my dear husband and loved ones surprised me with a fantastic party. Friends from all over sent well wishes and precious gifts with kindness.
I still have those days of guilt, like why did I get to live when my mom didn’t? Then, I feel extra guilty because that thought it is not fair to my girls. When I got hit with the tests that revealed that I needed a hysterectomy fast, I got very scared. I became wrapped up in getting my household ready while I was in great pain. I avoided my emotional pain through distractions that included making sure my husband knew our youngest’ therapy schedule, amongst other details.
When I woke up in ICU after the surgery, I was filled with exhilaration. My giddiness made the staff think they gave me too much morphine. At that time I did not know if my journey to good health would be on hold, or be okay. Some days it feels like I have lived 1000 lifetimes. If only I could go back to my 20s to teach myself then what I know now. But, would I have really been the same person today if I did?
The biggest lesson I have learned in my 30’s is to rid my world of the toxic people and the Negative Nellies. I used to sweat when people would not ‘like’ me, or I would try lame attempts to be their friend. What I did not rationalize is why would I want them as friends? “Mean Girls” became Mean Moms. Life is too short to not surround myself with loved ones who see me in the good, and especially important the bad times.
Could Have/Should Have
I used to think that if I knew that I was going to be a new mom in my 30s I would have done things differently. I would have traveled more, saved more money and tried another shot at a career. If I went through the other door, would I still of had my girls?
Do What I Love Now.
Doing what I love is the sanest and simplest way to be the best me. I began writing when my oldest was just a baby. In between naps, diapers and tantrums, writing became my vice. It did not matter if I was sleep deprived, I felt my creative self being fed constantly. Writing has evolved to a part-time career that I can do from home.
The last lesson I learned this decade was to trust my instincts. In my 20’s, I did not listen to my inner voice enough. This decade, I began to fine-tune my gut instinct enough to rely on it. When I steer from it, a roadblock appears. Go figure.
As I enter the Fab 40’s, I am showing more gratitude for today. It is the only one I have.
What have you liked/disliked about a certain age? Any lessons have I missed?
2 thoughts on “Happy Birthday to Me: Lessons I Learned in my 30’s”
I love your attitude and I am SO with you. I CHOOSE to be confident, even when I’m not. I don’t fear people not liking me, because if they don’t like who I am then it’s not my problem. As long as I am honest with myself, my family and God, I’m good 🙂
Love this! I think there is much to be said for reflection and the wisdom that comes with age- at the far end of my 30s- I wish I could go back to my 20’s and tell that girl to value herself and her skills more- I always have enjoyed taking the long way around- it only took me 17 years to sort that out!