That special year where in a perfect world, you have attained your goals and realized your dreams. Finally, the young professional has become a woman, rocking that big stone on her sacred finger, has her perfect family in tow and wondrous property in the suburbs. A very sarcastic and ironic view but one most of us girls have been yearning for all or for most of our lives
In the last few months, weeks before that turning point, you will systematically analyze, reflect, amend, critic and review so many aspect of your existence that you may feel like you have been living a lie. If not a lie, maybe a dream from where you'll wake up with a bitter taste of what reality has in store. That is in my definition the myth of the dirty "30".
That grimmy taste of failure that will and may colour every epic moment and adventure live until now. That pallid past completely eclipsed by an empty and incomplete future...
Don't get me wrong, I admire those who have had the guts, strength, perseverance, ambition to pursue what they wanted to obtain and I applaud you with the utmost admiration. But for all the rest of us, soul searchers, the hardest part is coming.
The questions: How old are you, now? 30!!!! hmm...! How come you are still single, not married, you don't have any kids, you're still working there..??? The best one: What's wrong with you? And so on..lolll!!! Many of you are probably laughing right now because you have been, like me, interrogated thoroughly I may say, on these simple signs of true realization.
The answers: Well, I haven't found the one yet; I'm waiting for the right moment to make my career move, I'm working on other stuff, I am not ready to settle down, I just bought a house, the gentlemen I met are somewhat lacking, still playing. I am taking my time. Simple truths that should be accepted, that have been used for a number of years but suddenly these answers become highly frowned upon. WOW!!!
Well if you ask me, entering this new chapter is scary as hell. I mean what do I do, or should I do...?!? Is this the end of my life as I know it, will I instantaneously become this parody of a woman (single mother living in an apartment), chasing an ideal and waiting for the "ONE" or that "THING". Will I finally reach that mountain top and be able to scream "Victory" at the top of my lungs? Some insecurities....
This constant state of questioning, specially now that I... you... we are entering this new decade, is the plague of our existence. You see some that have done so many great things and you somewhat feel lacking. Maybe I didn't try hard enough, maybe there is something wrong with me, maybe this...or maybe that!
My crucial day is racing forward and I have had an epiphany: What if I had all I could ask for...?
I have my life, my health, my intelligence, my gift for words, my family, my great friends, my wonderful daughter, my fulfilling job, my romantic optimism, my dreams...Should I go on? I think you see where I'm going with this.
Do you have everything you need, at this exact time when you see all the good things in life...? Tell me.
