I am approaching my late 40’s. I remember a time when anyone over 30 was old, so I guess it’s time for me to accept myself for what I am: a white, married, semi-pro mom right smack in the middle of life. I’m glad to be here, thank you, and hope to continue on this journey for quite some time to come. So here, in no particular order, are the top 10 things about inhabiting this spot on the spectrum (well, maybe they aren’t the “top” 10, but it sounds like I’m on late night TV):
1. I can stay up as late as I want. Sometimes even past 10:00 . . . .
2. Hormones are even more erratic now than they were when I was 14. Thanks to these little buggers, I am often wide awake in the middle of the night, giving my thoughts the freedom to run willy-nilly.
3. With age comes acceptance. My big, thick curly hair now may be its true self. That straightener rarely comes out of the drawer these days.
4. My opinions are just that — mine. Take them or leave them.
5. My opinions may change at any time. Deal with it.
6. I can choose not to waste time with idiots and mean people. As my once-toddler learned in Montessori, sometimes it’s best to “walk away.” I know, I know, sometimes these folks are unavoidable, but I have no guilt walking away at the first opportunity.
7. My reading list is not determined based on what someone tells me I should read. Brain candy is a good thing. However, if I choose to read something heavy or meaningful, it is my prerogative to tell you that you should read it.
8. I’ve lived long enough to stop and appreciate when someone is really good at what they do. Craftsman or artist, musician or athlete, orator or writer. Hip hop or Spanish guitar. Soak it in.
9. I’ve been kicked in the teeth by life enough times that I can hug a friend who has just lost a few proverbial molars and tell her with sincerity that I feel her pain.
10. I’ve learned that life’s little things are the leaves on the big trees of marriage and babies and jobs. They blur together at a distance, but are intricately beautiful up close. Just let me find my reading glasses so I can see them better . . . .
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