Another year has come and gone, in the blink of an eye as they tend to do. As we move into a new decade, I move into my 40s. It’s kind of terrifying. I don’t feel 40. I feel 16, but then I suspect that most of us don’t feel our age.
I feel like my 30s were really my decade. It’s when I came into my own and finally saw myself turning into the confident woman I’d always imagined I could be. I moved away from the messiness of my 20s and settled down to the business of discovering me. Am I perfect? Not even close. Am I the best version of myself that I can be? Unlikely. However, at least I know that it’s a process. A life-long process I suspect. At 31 I went back to school (I took a publishing program – a huge mistake) and moved to a new city and province. I spent three years there having fun and making some life long friends but not doing much else. It was great.
I moved home at 34 to greet my nephew and finally settle down into the career I was meant for. I starting dating the love of my life, moved in with him, bought a house with him, got a kitten with him, and next month I’m marrying him. Not a bad start to 40.
Life is a messy business and rarely turns out the way that we think it will. When I was (very) young I saw my life rolling out in the conventional way – career, marriage, and kids. It wasn’t until my 30s that I finally understood that that was not my path. I don’t live a conventional life but I do live a life rich in friendship (long distance for the most part, but oh well), love, and simple joys like reading, good food, and a lot of laughs.
This is my last post of 2019, the next few weeks are going to be spent with my loved ones. I wish you all the best for the coming year and the coming decade. Thank you, dear reader, for following along.