Sun, Sep 15, 2013
Even though it’s not official for 5 more days, I’ve been telling anyone who asked that I was 35 for a few months now. I figure it’s best to just go ahead and make up my mind that I am 35, that it is a reality, and to make my peace with it now before I fall into yet another birthday funk.
Thirty was an awesome birthday! I was thrilled to leave my 20s behind and start a new decade. I was a woman now! No more late nights, painful mornings, girl drama, guy drama, dating drama – I was done with all that. Or so I had hoped. Thirty-one came around the next year, but it didn’t really bother me. Thirty-one felt just like 30, so all was well. I felt 20-something, still looked 20-something, but life was a whole lot better than when I was 20-something. And then 32 arrived – 32, 33, 34… For weeks after each of these birthdays I would sink into a complete and total funk. And I mean funk. I became painfully aware of my stupid biological clock and people started trying to set me up with their sons and nephews and register me on Match.com like it’s against our religion here in the south to be 30-something and not married. I mean God forbid a girl take some time to get to know herself and prepare to be career woman, mom, wife, housekeeper, cook, taxi cab driver, nurse, counselor, teacher, etc. all at the same time. I’m doing good to just take care of me and my dog most days. So I would go retail therapy myself out of that funk with a tighter-than-appropriate new dress and get on with my perfectly happy life for the 11 remaining months of the year.
So now here it is again – another birthday looming. Another birthday with a number that now…rounds to 40! (Insert freaked out face!) Another funk that might involve a very expensive shopping spry and trip to my best-cosmetic-laser-doctor-in-town brother-in-law for a more age-defying “glow”. But I’m determined this year. I’m determined that there will be no funk. Partly because I can’t afford one of my funks right now (they’re pricey), but mostly because that’s just craziness. Thirty-five is just a number. I don’t know what’s been wrong with me these last few birthdays, but that’s not happening this time. Life is incredible these days! I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I feel better than I’ve ever felt. And I’m dang proud of the woman it took me 35 years to become. Thirty-five is going to be a phenomenal year! Bring it on!
So now I’ll leave you with my secret this year to a no-funk, fantastic, super awesome birthday no matter your age (even if it’s 35)…
When you live your life with purpose, when each day you step out of bed knowing your mission and what you’ve been called to do, nothing, and I mean nothing else seems to matter. There is no worry, no funk, no stress about what’s next or what the future holds. There is peace and joy and a vision for a life that you are confident will be exactly what it is meant to be. You don’t have to have all the answers or try to figure it out yourself. You just step out of bed each day and do what you were born to do, what you’ve been gifted to do, what brings you alive. Know that God has your back. Praise and thank Him every day. And then you will know that everything is exactly as it should be.
Until next time, I hope you all have an incredibly blessed and just plain awesome week!