I'm discovering this through a new project I'm working on.
I’m participating in NaNoWrimo. Those of you familiar with this can probably already stop reading (just kidding, please read on). In case you don’t know, November is National Novel Writing Month and NaNoWriMo was set up for those who wish to participate in the challenge of writing a novel in thirty days.
I've realized I need to write shorter posts....so here is my roundup of thoughts regarding turning 30:
I'm more comfortable in my skin than I ever have been. I've accepted the fact that I'm pale as pale can be and have embraced the paleness that is my Irish self.....so I wear skirts, and shorts, and lots'o'sunscreen. Take that girl on the bus in 7th grade who made fun of my pale legs!
I. Finally. Love. My. Hair. I know how to fix it- straight, curly, up, down.
I have my own sense of style and don't feel the need for Hollywood to define my style.
I know longer feel guilty when people admire an outfit because I put thought and effort in to styling myself. I silently accept the positive attention and remind myself that there is nothing wrong with making myself feel good about what I see in the mirror. I do it for me and no one else. This has been difficult for my introvert self.
I'm more self aware than I ever have been. I don't mind admitting that I'm cranky or tired or flat out pissed about something. I can apologize and mean it. I don't always need to be right. The only one I need to prove anything to is myself (and occasionally my husband)!
I will eventually lose the baby weight...will probably never lose the stretch marks or little baby pouch. I will rock a vintage inspired one piece or tankini instead. I only accepted this after having Little R.
I'm happy in my marriage and feel sorry for women who aren't. I don't feel sorry for women who aren't willing to work at it or who think a relationship should just magically be perfect.
I understand that men are not perfect, are not mind readers, and aren't all that complicated. Women on the other hand, really put these guys through the ringer.
I absolutely love being a mom....but it is not the only person I am.
I'm able to be thankful and proud and humble at the same time.
I was much more stressed and freaked out about turning 25 (that's like a whole quarter of a century you know!)
I know I still have things to work on- like sticking to a budget and paying off debt, not overextending and over-committing myself, taking time to take care of me.
I need to be better at accepting compliments.
I need to be less of a perfectionist.
I'm one of the most impatient people on the planet (between me and CG- I think we've got impatience covered).