Back in August I wrote this post about how turning 35 was kind of a downer for me. I’ve never had an issue with turning a year older until this year, when all of a sudden 35 felt too grown up, too NOT ME in a way. I feel 25-ish inside, so being a decade older than that was pretty bittersweet. Which is interesting because I have never felt better about myself, my life, and where I am than right now at this age. But still, 35? Ugh.
Then right about the time I published that post I saw this Instagram photo and caption that Giuliana Rancic posted (I think our Birthdays are pretty close to each other), and I immediately regretted what I had felt. In recap, she talked about how she used to dread birthdays and getting older until she got breast cancer and beat it, and now she relishes each one because she didn’t know if she’d be able to have more birthdays for awhile.
And then I got it.
I’m not saying I’ll never feel a twinge of something as I age each year, but seriously, it is a blessing to get older. To be privileged to say I’m 35 and happy and blessed and content. And healthy! I have an amazing husband (11 years married TODAY, happy anniversary, babe!), two awesome children that I can take the time to nurture and raise, a great home filled with amazing books and enough luxuries to make me smile each day, and a loving family and friends. I’ve never felt better than I do now, so worrying over a stupid number that means nothing is sort of ridiculous, am I right?
THEN, I saw this photo on Facebook that really took all I’ve been thinking and clarified so much for me (it’s a sign, right, when all this comes right when you need it?) It’s about taking all the stuff we complain about (kids that wake up early, grocery shopping, work, chores, LIFE), and realizing that within each complaint is a blessing and a reason to be grateful. I get that these things can be a bit high and mighty/ preach-y, because it’s natural to complain and be down sometimes, but not all the time. It’s important to think about what we do have and think about what makes us happy rather than what doesn’t.
So anyway, I’m an idiot sometimes and I’m trying to be grateful and complain less, because I am darn happy to be 35 and to live this life.
Have a great weekend, friends! I am so happy and grateful to have YOU here with me;)