In a way, birthdays are sort of funny to me. It’s almost like “Happy Birthday” translates as “congratulations on not dying so far”; especially the further along you get to certain milestone years, like 40, which I’m now officially pushing.
But my mom, who turned 60 last week, has always been the perfect example of what it means to age with grace; to embrace and celebrate every year you’ve shared with the people who love on this planet.
I am now officially in my late 30s. And I am very happy about that.
No, I would not wish to be younger. Because I am now too reliant on all the wisdom I’ve earned by being alive 37 years.
I’m sure I used to, but I no longer fantasize about going back in time with the knowledge I have now.
That’s ridiculous. Instead, it’s about using that knowledge to make the most of the rest of my life.
What are some of these nuggets of wisdom I’ve learned in my 30s?
It’s always a personal decision whether or not you let other people offend or insult you.
Likewise, it’s always a choice whether you forgive another person. But if you take responsibility over your own emotions and don’t let the rest of the world have control over how you feel, then there’s much less need to forgive other people anyway.
I’ve learned that the default of the human experience is to allow yourself to be the victim. But it’s a proactive choice to decide to be a victor instead.
Maybe those things sound like Joel Osteen’s leftovers, but to me, they are trophies. Applying that knowledge has undeniably improved my quality of life.
And no, I didn’t learn those things from a pastor of a megachurch or a multi-million dollar motivational speaker.
I learned them from surviving my early and mid 30s. I learned them the hard way.
I lived it. I earned it. I value it.
So you can imagine, I’ve very excited about using that psychological gold for the rest of my 30s.
Alright, 40s, here I come!