40 (or things I think about as I walk the dog)
I’ve always been of the mindset that I’m getting better with age. I remember being skeptical of anyone who told me high school was so great, or college was the best. I wondered what the point of life was if we peaked from age 15-22. The problem is at 15-22 you think you have to be good at something. This is a lie, the truth is you need 10-15 years to start to get good at anything. I’m just getting good at teaching, I’m just getting good at being a parent, I’m just getting good at figuring things out. It takes time to know what you don’t know. Sure there were flashes of brilliance when I was younger and a few good ideas but it's taken time and work to really be proficient.
I know the “beauty” standard for women is laughable at any age. At 40, I wouldn’t say I love how I look but I’ve made peace with it. This is not a compliment grab, I am midwestern adequate and that's ok. My hair will never look as good as I think it should unless I put more money or time into it, and I am not willing to do those things. I had to buy the next size up pants this year, but so what? I’m allowed to take up space.
I know who I want in my life.
I love being in relationships with vulnerable, flawed friends who talk openly about loss, failure, and mood altering pharmaceuticals that make them functional. Friends who are committed to being anti racist and push me to do the work. I’m honored to know imperfect parents trying to figure shit out. I still dream about running away, living somewhere else but also see the value in staying put and building a life and community where I am. I know that “there” is no better than here, it's just different.
I am my most important relationship. I’m responsible for my own life, health, and happiness. I don’t listen to the “shoulds” anymore. It's not my job to be pleasing or to please anyone other than myself.
I like that I am taken seriously.
In meetings I am no longer the kid with the radical ideas, now I’m the adult with the radical ideas. When I go to buy a major appliance/fill out government paperwork/talk to a repair person I don’t feel as much like an imposter as I used to.
I cry when I see generosity, gratitude, compassion, excellence, and second chances. I know one of my core values is inclusion. When I hear about someone being welcomed, heard, and valued, I cry everytime. I’m looking at you Storycorps, Humans of New York, and that arts segment at 6:54am on Morning Edition.
Each year (and everyday) is a rebirth. I’m grateful for each opportunity to grow, and that I have a community to do it in.