Life Lessons at 32
I turned 32 this summer. I know some people freak out about turning 30 or getting older, but I am not one of those people. Every new year has brought new experiences and adventures and I look forward to each one.
I am more confident, capable, and happy than I have ever been. This is true for me today as it was true for me a year ago and likely will be a year in the future.
The older I get, the more I come to understand that when it comes to friends and family, it’s quality that matters, not quantity.
And also that just because someone is family, doesn’t mean they always have your best interest in mind. Friends are the family we choose. I happen to be incredibly lucky that my family of origin is also amazing.
The older I get, the more I have learned to enjoy being alone.
The more I’ve learned what love is, that love multiplies, and how it doesn’t diminish any amount when you find more people to love.
The more I’ve understood that love has many definitions.
The more I’ve learned that real friends are true and real no matter the time and distance between us.
The older I get, the more I understand not to live with regrets. Learn from the mistakes and disappointments, and move forward a better person. Living in regrets is wasteful to your present life and happiness.
The older I get, the more I appreciate what I have.
I can’t count how many times I’ve turned to Husband and said “We are so lucky, we have such a great life and we have each other. Look how lucky we are!” I know it sounds trite, but it’s so true. We are both hard workers with great work ethic, we are invested in our careers. We both got a college education (I just finished paying off my student loans!!!), and we are (and have long been) fully self-supporting. We have a great life, one we’ve worked for, and I make sure to take some time and appreciate how far we’ve come and how lucky and happy we are.
The older I get, the better I understand that bad things do happen to good people.
You can be the best person, the most pious, the most giving, the funniest, the smartest, or the biggest donor of time and money, and inevitably bad things will still happen sometimes. You cannot control what happens to you, what you CAN control is how you react to it and move forward. You could resent life and be bitter about the sucky things, or you can accept them and figure out how to pick up, move on, and continue to live.
The more I fully understand the phrase “life isn’t fair.”
The older I get, the more I appreciate my parents.
I was not spoiled, I earned my allowance in blood, sweat, and chores. I got a job at 16 when the allowance stopped. I was held accountable for everything: my grades, the people I hung out with, my job, my chores, and my attitude. Seeing people my age as parents and seeing sometimes the way they raise their special snowflake, I more fully understand how lucky I was to be taught the value of money, the value of a good education, the goodness which comes with working to EARN the thing and not be given the thing. My parents were not my friends, they were my parents. Thanks, parents.
The older I get, the more I love staying home on Friday night.
The more I understand that I will never learn patience. At this point, I just don’t think that’s a virtue I’ve been given.
The older I get, the more I enjoy getting older and going on new adventures.
The more I appreciate my personal confidence and recognize what confidence in myself has done for me in so many different aspects of my life.
The more I appreciate my body for the things it can do, not just stress about how it looks.
The more I want to do the things I always wanted. I wanted to write a book, so I did. I wanted to be an entrepreneur, and I am. I want to sing more, I want to learn a new language. And as an adult…I can choose to do any of those things.
The older I get, the more crotchety I get. Ugh, neighbors (in an apartment building). ‘Nuff said.
I wonder what I’ll learn next?
What are your major life lessons you’ve learned along the way?