Monday, November 05, 2012
I remember the day I turned 20. I was in my college dorm room reading a card from my mom. She wrote about how excited she was for me to be in my 20s. She listed all the major things that happened to her in that decade. And my 20s were fun and certainly memorable: graduated from college, lived abroad, grad school, lived with my best friend and had more girls nights out than I can count, met DH, got my first teaching job, got married, bought a condo together. Many many happy moments.
But when I think about what I may say to my daughter someday, I think about my 30s. I became a mother. I became a runner. And those two things have made me the woman that I am proud to be. An ease, a confidence, a make every day count attitude has evolved over the last few years. And here's the best part: I turned 34 last week. I still got lots of 30s left to go!
And there's this quiet piece of me that now understands that life will keep getting better. As long as I keep putting work and love and positivity into in. I need to give it to myself. (And running has helped me do that in ways that I could never imagined.) I need to give it to others. We're an inter-connected species and I feel that we all get more when we give more.
I read Spark blogs everyday. They make me smile, make me think, and inspire me. What a community we have. A group of people working towards making their own lives better, their families stronger, their friends healthier. No matter the age. It seems that what connects us all is that we're all just trying to love who we are and take care of each other.