Thanks for all the comments, on here and on Facebook, about Friday’s post on turning 35.
Several of you mentioned a feeling of failure or at least a battle with the “I should be [fill in the blank]” associated with birthdays. I totally hear you. I have a lot of “shoulda’s” as well.
I “should” be
a mother (tick tick tick).
better at paying bills.
more career driven.
more interested in books and less interested in t.v.
over any residual body insecurities.
less awkward when meeting new people.
more prolific in terms of writing, photography, choreography.
able to get my head out of my ass and recognize, with gratitude, that I am living the life I carefully and thoughtfully created.
Oh that last one, so simple, so hard.
“If you could kick the person in the pants responsible for most of your trouble, you wouldn’t sit for a month.”
And finally…the real kick in the pants…
Silvia @ skinny jeans food
Haha, so true. When I was 18 I also thought that by 30 I’d have by shit figured out and it would be smooth sailing after that. But 30 came and went, and now I am pretty sure that questioning and growing never ever ends, because there are new challenges at every stage, and we are alive and that’s what we are doing as humans, always changing, metamorphosing, until the day we die, because we are alive. —- hopefully, making plenty of good memories along the way.