Happy Friday, friends! I will (God willing) turn 30 in three months. I cannot believe my twenties are over; what a wild ride! I hope to look back on my twenties fondly: I graduated college, found a career, met Jason, welcomed my precious niece, started this blog, and met lots of amazing people. There’s lots of things I wish I would have done and accomplishments I wish I’d have reached, but I don’t want to look back with regrets. Instead, I want to look and move forward. What will my thirties bring? Hopefully a new home in Louisville, marriage, a family, promotions, continued health and happiness.
There are several areas I’d like to improve on as well:
Stop comparing myself to others. One of my favorite quotes is “comparison is the thief of joy.” With constant social media saturation, it’s hard to not be overcome by jealousy and doubt. Someone will always have a cleaner house, deeper bank account, better job, thicker hair, and perkier breasts. You can see their beautiful pictures but you can’t see what’s in their heart and it’s impossible to know what someone is going through.
Love my body. I eat healthy and work out every day: my body is not perfect but it’s healthy and strong. Instead of beating myself up for gaining a pound or for having a bigger butt than my girlfriends or counting gray hairs and wrinkles, I want to be thankful. That means eliminating words like “fat”, “diet”, and “ugly” from my vocabulary. And I’ll embrace aging gracefully until I find the fountain of youth all the non-stabby cast members of Saved by the Bell frequent.
Enjoy life. I am a big ol’ ball of stress and worry about EVERYTHING. My internal dialogue would make even the calmest person crave a Valium. But I’m ready to kick that to the curb. Don’t want to spend all weekend cleaning the house? Don’t. Want to play hooky from work? Do. Want a glass of wine or sweet during the week? Hell yes. Buy the shoes, take the road trip, drink all the wine. Life is far too short to strive for perfection.
Stop being an asshole to other women. Apologies for the strong language but there’s no delicate way to put it. No excuse. We’re all struggling and trying and fighting to keep our heads above water. Life would be a hell of a lot easier if we’d send out a life jacket instead of an anchor. Who doesn’t need more friends?
Trusting my instincts. You know when you’re in your early twenties and your friends ask you to go out on a work night? It doesn’t seem like the best idea but you do it anyway… and come 6:00 the following morning, you wish you could disappear. That instinct never goes away and it never fails me. Don’t worry about hurting feelings: if it doesn’t feel right, it probably isn’t.