I remember when my 10 year high school reunion arrived and I felt *gasp* older. Fifteen years just saw the light of day last year and it didn’t even catch my radar. Four years ago, 30 seemed frightening. I see 35 ahead, but it doesn’t bother me as much as I suspected it might.
Perhaps it’s because awhile back I discovered 30’s Little Secrets and something clicked. The past informs today, but doesn’t define it. Now, this moment, is full of awesome, undiluted by wrinkles, flames of stretch marks spreading across my belly, muffin top, or the prospect of gray hairs. I’m emerging into new life territories – a mom of school aged-kids, a more experienced writer and blogger, an individual maturing in my faith. Life has just begun to offer possibilities and I won’t feed into lies telling me the best days are gone.
Passed my prime? I don’t think so. I’m not even close to reaching it.
My definitive voice will continue to grow in confidence, deepen with maturity, and make a positive impact. I plan to close out my “early thirties” with a bang, pushing past insecurities, putting myself out there, braving rejection, and pursuing more than I think is possible. I’m pushing past barriers imposed by myself and the world, internally and externally.
The time to celebrate doesn’t end when you’re 9, 19, or 29. Today, I woke thinking “Happy Birthday!”and I’m celebrating in style, with a date night, out with my handsome husband,
Leopard Print Sneakers,
a jaunty hat,
Look out, 34, here I come!