Today is my very last day in my 30s. I had a very nice day and relaxed a lot. Which is good seeing how my left arm has been immobile since the middle of the night on Wednesday. I’m pretty tired from the resulting lack of sleep and waking up at 5 a.m. every day for four days.
But it doesn’t matter. I am actually pretty happy and content. My in-laws pampered me all day and sent my 30s out in style with a slow stroll through a local shopping plaza, a pumpkin spice latte, pretty sparkly new lipstick, leftover lasagna and a last-minute Swedish Visiting Cake.
I’ve been told that the 40s have a certain elegance and grace to them. I’m looking forward to experiencing that. I’m also looking forward to really knowing that i am enough
. I have an intuition that in this decade, I will really get the concept.
My 30s were wild people. Wild! I was bald from chemo and married to another man when I said goodbye to my 20s! When I take even 10 minutes to reflect back, I realize that it has been QUITE a decade people. All told I have beaten cancer four times, gotten divorced, remarried, became a mother, a blogger, a photographer, had premature menopause and now maybe real menopause. I have moved eight times in 10 years. That’s a lot of cardboard baby. Maybe in my 40s I will only move three times? I can dream!
I have cried a lot, stressed a lot, worried a lot, learned a lot and yes, laughed quite a lot too. See?
I have been a bit fearful of forty since I turned 39. I will totally admit it. I really only started embracing the idea on Friday night, 48 hours ago truth be told. But you know what? I looked in the mirror to take this photo and I smiled at myself. I am proud of each birthday I get. I really am.
Whatever 40 is or isn’t going to be, I am truly grateful to be here to see it for myself!