Thirty years go today, I was welcomed into this world by a beautiful, caring, and charismatic woman after more than twenty hours of painful labour. Today I would like to give thanks to my mother, Marion for first bringing me into this world, and then for spending the next thirty years nurturing my body and soul. I am so grateful for your years of guidance and love.
I know that I was not always a joy to guide or to love unconditionally but you did. You have helped me through good times and bad. You believed in me when I could not fathom believing in myself. You are my rock; my safe place and as we both grow older, I am proud to say that we are more and more alike.
On my 29th day of smoke and gluten-free living, I am faced with the first day of my thirties. I cannot say that I was always as welcoming of this benchmark’s arrival as I find myself being today. Dreading my thirties came naturally to someone that did not enjoy what that meant in the grand plan that is life.
Up until recently I was of the mindset that by thirty I should have accomplished a great deal more than I have. The short list would have read thusly:
- Be done having babies.
- Have a degree.
- Know what I want to do for my livelihood.
- Own a house.
- Have it all together.
There are of course a multitude of problems with that short list, but it was mine and I was ashamed of it. I have not completed any of those things. My baby-making days have yet to come to fruition, I only finished half of my degree in University before I could not afford to continue, I have just started working for myself and enjoying my job, I do not own a house nor am I close to doing so, and I certainly do not have it all together.
But here’s the thing, it doesn’t matter! The reality is, I am still here and there is still time. Screw the short list! My twenties may be a thing of the past and I may not have done all of the things that I want to have accomplished by now. But I WILL do them.
This year has already been heading in the direction of completing that list. I have been taking my health by storm to deal with my baby-making issues, have made a plan to continue being my own boss and I am determined to buy a house in 2014 come hell or high water!
So the first day of my thirties began with a lovely wake-up from my Mom, exactly 30 years to the minute from when I was brought into this world, 7:36am. I greeted the day with a coffee and Baileys and slipped outside to watch and listen to the waves on the beach just outside of the cabin I had said goodbye to my twenties in. The rest of the day was spent travelling back home as well as a lovely lunch with my good friend Anna, who joined me all the way from Manitoba for my special day.
My opinion on thirty and all of the years to come has shifted. I embrace what is to come, even though I have no idea what that will be. All I know is that I will make the short list work for me in the long run and I will do so knowing that I am blessed to have the family and friends that I have. I will work hard to have them by my side as I persevere through this crazy thing called LIFE.