The last few minutes of 30 here. Can we chat?
I had big expectations for 30. It was no big deal to hit a new decade… and yet, I had ideas. I thought, this would be it! That something! That BIG THING! It would happen this year.
Well, it didn’t.
I had heartache, I had loss, I had pain. I had joy and laughter and new friends.
As 30, I’ve laughed until I’ve cried. I’ve cried until I couldn’t breathe and I’ve screamed until there was nothing left.
Let’s just say it. 30 was a year which will never be forgotten.
So 31… here you come, you’re approaching.. I see you. With your new gray hairs and your wrinkles, your trials and tribulations, your memories, your laughter, your shocks, your joys.
You’re going to kick my ass, you’re going to make me cry, you’re going to bring me to my knees and cause me to scream to the skies with joy.
You’re going to be nothing like I’ve ever seen before.
But now it’s my turn. I have a few minutes before I, the 30 yr old Rachel am no longer in existence and I’m going to tell you now.. what I expect of you. And you, 31, you’re going to take note.
I expect you to be a better mother, a more patient mother, listen to them, hold them more, kiss them more, touch them more, play with them more… Laugh with them more. Remember what it was to be nearly 3 and nearly 6. There are a multitude of firsts just beyond your grasp.. hold them dear and place them upon your heart because, 31, you’ll never see them again.
Love your husband more. Find a reason or excuse to kiss him daily, and I’m not talking a Hi Mr Lady or Tanis peck on the lips kiss. A REAL KISS. Bring him to his knees more often. Remind him and yourself why 11 years ago.. you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.
Take more pictures woman! BE in more pictures. I don’t care how much you hate yourself at this weight or that angle. This isn’t for you. Quit being so selfish and insecure. Your children need to know that you were there. They need to see your laughter as you sweep their hair out of their face. The awe in your eyes as you watch them blow out their candles… the tears on their first day of school. Get over yourself, girl.
Write more. It’s what you love, it’s your passion. Do it.
Quit being your own worst enemy.
Dear 31.. walk, laugh, love, enjoy, immerse yourself… do it all. There are no regrets in life except not trying.
Quit getting in your own way and live. Lose the weight. or don’t.
Write the cookbook. or don’t.
Jump out of a plane. or don’t.
Just do, just live.
Above all. Be there. experience. Remember. Make sure that your children, your family know that you lived, that you tried, that you were there and most of all, that you loved them.
If you do these things. Then 31, I will be proud of you.
what is left of 30