A couple of years ago, I was all bent out of shape about turning 35, you know, because it marked the end of my early 30s — a time which had been stamped into my brain as the last “hoorah,” or whatever as far as being remotely awesome goes.
Long story short, I was totally in a funk. And I knew it. And I knew what was causing it and it had nothing to do with turning 35.
Fast forward to a little more than 2 years later at the ripe old age of 37, and things have changed quite a bit, to say the least. I’m in my late 30s, and 40 is staring me right in the face — and I don’t give a shit. I’m out of my funk. Because I’ve started living authentically instead of sticking with the status quo and putting up with the funk.
For the first time in my entire life, I have my priorities in line and know EXACTLY who I am. And if only said priorities had been the same when I was say … 25, as they are now, I probably wouldn’t feel the need to write this blog post.
Life doesn’t always turn out the way you’d hoped. And you know what? That’s OK. And sometimes things are a hell of a lot more interesting when they don’t go according to plan, even if it means you get knocked down a time or two. (Or seven.)
On that note, I’m moving on to a new philosophy in life. It probably wouldn’t kill you to adopt the same mantra when the going gets tough.
(And yes, I have a dog now, so this is totally legit.)