Maybe I’ve watched too much Sex and the City but turning 30 never scared me.Â I didn’t associate it with growing old, or needing to achieveÂ some unreachable level of wisdom.Â Instead,Â my milestone alignsÂ with goals asÂ frivolous as thinking I mightÂ figure out how to dress better and cook actual meals (like meat that roasts in the oven – can you imagine?) It’s not as though “growing up” gives us some free pass to no longer think critically and use our actions to make a difference, it’s more that our experience shows us that there is no age when all our questions are answered. As it turns out, divine wisdom doesn’t come down on our birthdays to provide the certainty to feel like we “know what we’re doing” (or if it does, I haven’t hit that birthday yet).
Keeping our eyes high above daily life would mean overlookingÂ our small achievements and disregardingÂ little moments of feeling at peace with where we are at.Â That’s not how I want to live my life – pretending I’m too [smart, serious, high-minded] to enjoy whatever silly goal I have set or accomplished. Each, deserves recognition.
For meÂ 30 means setting intentions (big and little) but also allowing myself the freedom and forgiveness to quit things that don’t work. It means taking chancesÂ that scare me, owning up to what I want, andÂ making time to sit quietly with myself. Big ideas begin with smallÂ actions, andÂ sometimes that’s as simple asÂ better sharing the love you have for the people in your life or taking a break when your mind/body says you need it.
So I might not “know what I’m doing” but I can find bliss in the questions, and triumph in the tiny fractions of answers I stumble upon. In the meantime, I will break out the confetti and champagne for the littlest of achievements andÂ I encourage you to do the same. Cheers!
Photos above ^^ taken with Jackie and Ashley, my elementary school buds and closest friends, by Riverland Studios in Charleston, SC. If you liked this post and want to read something similar, please check out Three Years of Marriage and I Still DoÂ and Why We Need to Stop Comparing Ourselves.