It’s been a week.
I had a birthday.
This one got me & not just because of the number but because of the things I’ve always associated with it. We all have one of those don’t we? An age about which we swirl thoughts and dreams, superstitions, fears, projections. Mine is 30. 3 0 .
I thought a lot of stuff about this age. So many things. Mainly, where the hell is my farm house and 150 acres? I’m putting it out there now. I’ll have that by 40. Not in that ridiculous “manifesting” way – but in the – it’s really important to me and I’m going to work hard for it.
So let’s talk commitments and wishes. My 30s are going to be about:
Less clutter and stuff both in my house and in my body – I want magic eyes that see through to the things that are beautiful and necessary and let go of everything else with grace.
Learning about relaxing – what it is and how to do it.
The farm. The 150 acre farm, …. or the 30 acre farm -and on it -I will successfully grow my favorite pumpkins. Damn it.
More impish, inspiring, letting go and having-an-all-out-ball type of adventures.
My 1/2 marathon. I hurt my leg pretty bad – so I had to let go of the idea of running one by 30 – bodies – they get in the way sometimes. BUT the overall feel of a healthy, happy, capable body was won. I’ll run that 13 miles within the year.
Yoga – turns out it helps. Everything. I am making a yoga commitment.
Practicing gentleness with myself.
Becoming more Unabashed. yes. that is a birthday wish to work for.
And my gratitudes are similar:
I’m grateful for a body.
Grateful for affordable yoga.
For a beautiful safe place to run.
For a loving family.
For my wonderful community.
For amazing cooks who show up and shower us with their talents. Largely.
For surprise dear redheads catching planes and keeping secrets.
For cooler fall mornings.
For ferns and flowers and dirt.
For my magical little house.
For upcoming adventures.
For realizing – I’m still imperfect, changing, growing, learning. I’m still a child. I’m learning how to be a woman. I think I’ll have it by 80.
35 was “that age” for me and I still (this week especially) experience terror and self-doubt about being this age with so much undone.
But you sound positive, resolved, open. It makes me happy to read this post. I think you’ll have the farm too!
You look gorgeous, SB!
Nicely said SB. You have a good head/eye for the future you want.
Yoga will do you well, very well. Getting into a good practice with a fantastic teacher has brought my 50+ yr old self back much of the old strength and flex that had slipped away. Yes it has….
Dream of that 150 acre farm and know that 5 acres will be about all of it you can handle.
Happy happy birthday, thirty is just the beginning.
Thank you gals.
You are wise beyond your 30 years and beautifully vibrant still.
You are the bomb.
love. this. post. i turn 30 next month. i like to think i don’t care, and that i’m actually looking forward to 30, but i also have a feeling i might lose it
love “magic eyes,” “less clutter,” and being gentle with yourself. those three are always on my list too.
happy 30th birthday! you’re beautiful and inspiring.
Hi Ann Marie – oooh I love an October birthday! – I do believe I’m in good company in the 30s. So many women to admire and emulate. I think you are beautiful and inspiring too! Thank you.