30 is wonderful, but not as wonderful as 31. 32 is even better. Look at yourself in the mirror, really look. Now is your time.
It isn't too late to realize your dreams, in fact it is never too late right up until you die. Each step you take can be one closer to your dream or one away. That's your choice.
Wear the funky heels. Dye your hair purple. Sing out loud with the windows open. Dance when you feel like moving to the beat. Even if it is the toilet paper aisle at the local grocery store and your ring tone is awesome.
Love. Love yourself. Love the children in your life. Love your partner. Love your neighbor. Even the annoying ones. Do it.
If you hate running, don't.
If you hate "working out", don't.
Eat the cake.
Give up diet soda. It doesn't help and it tastes like crap. Eat the cake instead.
Cry sometimes, but also forgive. But don't ever cry on the phone with strangers. It will never help.
Stop the car sometimes to look at things. Shooting stars, sunsets, children laughing. Sometimes you have to stop and look them in the eye, let them know, let the universe know, "I am listening. You are beautiful." Breathe that beauty in and it becomes you, mixes with who you are, and is released back into the beautiful world around you.
You are not old. You are ancient. Gilded. Embrace it and release the folly that is a bad thing to grow old, release the fear of growing. Grow.
That is all.
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ReplyDeleteI turn 30 in June. I am going to come back and reread this on that day.