In my thirties, I got married and had babies. I lost a baby, too. I struggled with anxiety and retreated.
I grew confident, too. I conquered fears and gained some new ones.
I lost friends I thought would be with me forever, and gained ones I can’t believe I haven’t had my entire life. I let go. I clung. In my thirties, I spent time pondering my existence.
I found my birth mother. And a sister.
I opened doors better left closed and opened windows wide enough to let sunlight in and stale life out.
I found my priorities and released the people and things who no longer fit my life. I carried burdens.
In my thirties I found direction.
I started working to become the mother and wife and friend I want to be.
I cried bigger tears than I knew were possible and laughed deeper laughs than ever before.
I learned to just say no.
I also learned to say yes more often.
I lost myself and found myself. I tore off bandages.
Yesterday I ushered in a new decade. I closed the door on the craziest decade of my life so far, and am looking forward with hope, excitement and wonder.
Hello, 40. You sure look beautiful.