So as word spreads that my birthday is quickly approaching, my co workers surprised me with lunch and a celebratory cake today since I’m off on Friday, my actual birthday.
Some people asked how old I was as cake was being cut and distributed, I told them it was a milestone year and flashed a smile. The women nodded, they knew (most of the women in my office are 40+).
I call this the press tour, because so far I have been asked some interesting questions aside from the usual what are your plans? (People at work are digging my plan to go to Medieval Times, fyi)
1. Are you where you thought you’d be?
My answer: No. But honestly, I think about the things I thought I wanted by now and I’m relieved, because maybe I’d be miserable if I actually ended up where I thought I should be right now.
2. How do you feel? I was sad I was turning 30.
My answer: I don’t feel sad at all. I’m actually looking forward to it. I don’t feel as self-conscious, I’m the most comfortable with myself than I’ve ever been, and if that’s going to continue to grow, I’m very excited about this decade.
3. What do you hope for in the next 10 years?
My answer: I’d like to have a family. Good health, a roof over my head and to have enough money to travel when I’d like and occasionally buy myself a nice pair of shoes. I want to be happy. There was a time I thought I wanted to be Oprah or running some large massive company, but as I get older, I really want to be happy and financially secure.
It was quite ironic that when all of the cake was had, the chunk that remained was “happy”. I took a photo of it, and thought to myself, God speaks to us through everything. I can’t even trip off of those people who see Jesus in a burnt potato chip or in a milkshake; if you are moved or inspired to be a better person off of that, then so be it.
Back to my point. It just hit me looking at that last hunk of cake with the word happy staring back at me, bold and almost as if it were a directive and a one-word fortune cookie all wrapped up in one.
Then I thought, if happiness is all that’s left, then you are doing quite alright.
Maybe that’s deep. Maybe I’m on a sugar high.
But it looks like now that I’m entering the 30 club, I also have a job to be an ambassador of good will for 30.
30 is nothing to fear.
30 is not a hard deadline for your best and only life achievements.
It’s okay to pursue success, it’s okay to pursue happiness and it’s ok to switch off and focus on one more than the other, but find ways to come back to center.
It’s ok to know that success and happiness is defined by you and only you and if anyone takes their measuring stick and tries to line it up to your life, you tell them to mind their own damn business.
It’s ok to take a risk.
It’s ok to tell folks no. Really. It’s ok.
As an ambassador for 30, I’ve put together an oath for myself.
(Raising right hand) I will spread the good will and good news of being 30 and be a well-adjusted, happy, yet realistic woman.
I will accept what life has given me and I will do my part to improve my circumstances.
I will not compare my life to others, because I do not know or want to know what struggles and sacrifices they have to suffer through. God is sparing me from their sorrows.
I will be more patient with myself and others and understand timing is everything. I want all of the positive dreams and goals I have to make themselves available at the most optimal time of my life so I may enjoy them to the fullest and be a blessing to others.
I will be truthful to others and share that life is not always easy.
I will be truthful to myself and to others when I want to say no, and I will not change my mind just to satisfy someone else out of guilt.
I will protect my heart, health and spirit at all costs.
I will be an example that life at 30 is liberating and filled with adventure and promise as well as challenges and struggles. Through good times and bad, I will maintain my integrity and dignity.