I've been thinking a lot about my not so minor freak out about leaving my 30's.
Here's the thing: My 30's rocked my socks off.
- I had Noah, the best boy in the entire world.
- I met, fell in love with, and married Peter.
- We added to our family with two beautiful, funny, adorable girls.
- I became a Catholic and strengthened by relationship with God.
- I started scrapbooking and taught classes with uber talented artists at my favorite store.
- I wrote a book! Thought of it, designed it, worked on it for 2 years, and even finished it!!!
- I met a group of women whose friendships mean more to me than I could possible explain.
- We found a great house that, even with the crazy small backyard, we totally love.
- We both have jobs/careers that we love.
- and most recently, we found Iris and added her to our family.
And that's just the big stuff. That doesn't count every laugh I've heard from my kids in the other room, every smile they've giving to me, every fight that got worked out. Every debt we've managed to pay off. Every baseball game, or karate tournament, or talent show. That doesn't count every funny exchange between peter and I or every time we make each other bust out in laughter.
My thirties kicked ass! Plain and Simple. How could my 40's possibly measure up to a list like that? I've wondered that all week, coming into today. I woke assuming I would feel exactly the same. Everyone said I would, and I saw no reason not to believe them. Here's the thing. I DON'T feel the same. I feel BETTER. If my thirties kicked my twenties stupid butt, my 40's are going to do the same, I just know it.
So bring it on new decade! Show me what you got. You're got big shoes to fill, and I know you're going to rock the house!