With eight weeks left in my early* 30s, it feels like a good time to reflect on the past ~3 years.
- You’ll break your 30s into three-year chunks because it makes you feel life you can leave parts of the decade behind so you can do better when the next three years come.
- You’ll accomplish some things. Like finally finishing that degree. Or buying a home.
- You might even be the only gal you know who bought that home on her own.
- Anxiety is real. It can be vicious and it is real.
- For me, it feel like a giant constrictor is squeezing the life out of me. Everything that goes with that, from the hot/cold sweats, the GI upset, the difficulty breathing, and the pounding head, I get it.
- It messes with your sense of accomplishment. You can (quite literally) buy a home and finish a degree, but anxiety will tell you it’s not enough.
- It messes with your chemistry. You always feel like you’re on shaky ground and your saturation point for all of the things is drastically reduced.
- Heartbreak sucks. But being disappointed in yourself sucks more.
- You’ve learned what’s not worth sticking around for.
- You’ve learned what’s not acceptable.
- You’ve learned what you’ll tolerate and what your hard standards are.
- Sometimes, you’ll end up having those standards pushed against because you’re not willing to put your foot down over the acceptable and tolerable. But you’ll learn from this, too.
- The cats (mostly just Henry, if we’re being honest) are just preparing you for motherhood one day.
- When they are difficult, they are just testing you.
- When they love you with their little ridiculous faces, you’ll forget about how they were testing you.
- Netflix has a really strong siren song. You’re maybe a little bit weak on this one.
- You’ll wish it was the gym with that siren call, but you’ll also learn …
- That it doesn’t hurt the day after, but two days after. And more intensely.
- Age tricks you into thinking that you can do it! Your body disagrees a little bit 48 hours later. But you inherently know that if you kept up with the being active, the recovery would be so, so much easier.
- You’re willing to admit you don’t like putting in the work and that you long for the days of ballet.
- You’re going to lose people. And that sucks. And it will make you question your life a little bit, but you’ll recognize that you’re in a good place and that the little bit of darkness that you feel from time to time will pass.
- But most importantly, you’ll question “best before dates” not because you’re a risk taker, but because you’ll uncover a strong need to convince yourself you don’t have a best before date. Now excuse me while I make a tray of blueberry-rhubarb oatmeal muffin bread.
Post-script: The muffin bread is delicious. And so far, not poison.
* The early 30s constitute the years 31-33, mid 30s the years 34-36, late 30s the years 37-39, because when you’re 30 you’re 30 and when you hit 40, well, that’s a new decade.