In four very short months, I will be thirty-two. Part of me wants to freak out because that's what I did with twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty and thirty-one. However, there's another part of me that's looking thirty-two in the face, and she's peaceful about this milestone, so peaceful, in fact, the rest of my psyche is actually listening.
Freaking out: I'm two years into my thirties and I've done nothing!
Peaceful: Thirty-two isn't old. I have my whole life still ahead of me.
Freaking out: Look at the last ten/ twelve years; what in the name of all that's grammatically correct have I been doing? Have I honestly spent ten/ twelve years sitting on my butt eating chips and surfing the internet? Will I never get my act together?
Peaceful: This is an opportunity. Every day is an opportunity. So the question should be "what will I be doing now?"
If I feel I've been wasting the years, if that's the worst of my issues, then the solution is to waste no more of the time granted to me. I don't believe I can change the world; I just want to know that I've done what I can with my very small part of this world. I may not ripple history, but I am definitely capable of affecting those around me. I have potential; that is one quality I am sure of. I am intelligent, over-educated, loving, creative and moderately talented. Truth be told, that's a lot to work with.
So, this is my goal for the next four months: Make every day an opportunity to do and be more so that by my birthday, I can not only be peaceful about the number of my years but, what's more, proud of who I am at thirty-two years old.
This is a pretty exciting objective, don't you think?
6 months ago