Older And Wiser?

Old photo from one of my birthdays… age 7? Or so? Check out my dad’s awesome suspenders!

A couple of years ago, I took a hiatus from blogging. Life kind of got the better of me. (Read: HAVING ANOTHER HUMAN TO TAKE CARE OF.) But before all that MOM stuff, I used to write every year on my birthday, reflecting back on what happened, who I was, who I hoped to be:

The last time I did this I was FOUR years ago, and my life has changed in about 52 million ways since then. In that time, I’ve started two new jobs, turned the big 3-0, and became a mom. Thirty-two feels like a world away from the last time I posted at 28, so it feels appropriate to share.

Things I’ve Learned Since 28/Me at 32:

If you are unhappy, YOU are the only one with the power to change it.

Learning this has changed my life, and it has become one of my deepest core values. You know all those employment changes I mentioned? Each one was a HUGE leap of faith in an attempt to find something that worked better with the life I wanted to lead and made me feel like I was doing something that mattered.

I quit two really great jobs to find one absolutely wonderful job. I interviewed for my current job just five weeks after having Teddy. It seemed insane at the time, but I knew the opportunity needed to be seized when it was presented. And it has made all the difference.

As a result, I don’t have a lot of tolerance for complainers. Don’t like your job? Don’t want to be here? Don’t like something about your life? Change what you can. Either your perspective or your situation. BE BRAVE. Life is too short.

Vanity is for the young.

I remember when I was in middle school and high school, my dad was driving my grandmother’s hand-me-down, hideous maroon 1988 Oldsmobile. I felt bad for him. (And let’s admit it, embarrassed for myself when he picked me up in it.) My pre-teen, UBER self-conscious mind could not conceive why it didn’t bother him, or why he didn’t make the decision to get something nicer for himself.

Now I find the older I get, the less I care what other people think. (Perhaps I should care a little more and not look like such a greasy-haired, makeup-less slob on the weekends, lol.) It’s liberating, and now I totally understand where my dad was coming from. His car served its purpose. It was paid off, and still did what it needed to do – got him from point A to point B. He had the bigger picture in mind – helping me and my sisters pay for college, saving for all of our futures.

Flaunt the smart decision, not the superficial one.

Anyone who thinks they are tired before having kids is wrong.

Sorry, you’re just wrong. Lol. Think what you’re going through right now is making you tired? Have a baby. SURPRISE! Rock bottom is a trap door. There’s about 50 more feet to go, into a deep abyss of delirium, irritability, and caffeine overdose. The good news is you’re sacrificing for a noble cause that pays off in so many little, unexpected, beautiful ways. But this does not entirely negate the misery, so keep your coffee supply well stocked.

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