I turn 30 in a couple months. And I have a lot of time to think about it right now, which I think is good. I haven't had a lot of "thinking" time over the past 10ish years, you know, time to just uncomfortably sit in myself so to speak. So we've been doing that, we've been thinking and feeling. We've been looking at situations from an older, different angle and we've been giving ourself room to feel things - feel wronged and feel wrong. Feel happy, feel powerful, capable, pretty or not pretty. Feel shame. Feel injustice. All the feels. (All the royal we's as well.)
Lately I've been sitting with a big ? - like a REALLY big question mark. I'm pretty tired of most everything there is to see, do, consume on a daily basis. Yesterday I scrolled through the "explore" section of Instagram, looking for something refreshing - something that isn't puppies (I have a lot of those on my feed!), pretty moms in very gradient-colored homes with children dressed in fancy linen onesies (I follow a lot of those), house plants, white subway tile... I genuinely like all of these things, but I'm just sort of...full. I need something refreshing, like sorbet to my Instagram, and my Facebook, and my days!
I'm a writer, but I don't want to write more of all the same. I don't want to start a blog on tiny homes or being a puppy mom or a newly wed. So, the question mark.... and the looking, or waiting, and sitting.
We take a lot of walks when it's not pouring rain (the pup and me, not the royal we), and I've been reading. We've done some house projects. We clean. We think about how we are two months away from 30 - and we don't want to waste our life. Nor this season of life where I get to course correct - where I get to catch up - where I can move nearly any direction I want to go! It's a good life. And I don't want to be a consumer - so I try to buy less, shop less, try to not fill my time with pastimes that require purchases. Because purchases are not progress.
30 in a couple months... and here's what I know that I didn't know ten years ago, or even five. You're stuck with you. You aren't stuck with anyone or anything else. Relationships are a gift we hope and pray we are blessed to keep, but deep down you only have so much control of that. When you have a spouse, care for them like hell, but while you're waiting you should know - you're still always going to be with you. When you're 20, 30 or 90. Somehow, being married, I feel like the "me" is even harder to ignore in the room now than when I was single. And I love that I have a husband that fully supported my goal for this year to be a healthier me - mentally, physically and spiritually. So two months left - we've made some progress, we have more to make... and we have a big question mark as to what this healthier, truer me is really all about - how she spends her time and what inspires and refreshes her and what valuable contribution she holds the capacity to give this world.