Thirty and Thriving

I have been 30 now for a month, and what a month it has been! I have to say, being 30 isn’t looking so bad! What was everyone warning me about?

Of course, I jest. I know a month isn’t a reflection of what can happen in a year or ten of my 30s decade, but I wanted to do this post to express my sincere gratitude for all that I have felt these first 30 days being 30.

You see, I progressed a lot in April. With some concrete steps in side projects and my novels and my general confidence and direction. I feel more spiritually aligned with myself. Happier yoga asana sessions. Meditations and pranayama. More enjoyable reading. Better conversations. Better outfits. Lovely trips and time in nature.

I am now a butterfly flying from my chrysalis, no longer tethered to the earth, wriggling to survive. I am defying gravity…

Everything has flowed naturally. Worked out fluidly and gently. I haven’t had to force and hustle and stress. Everything has fallen into place.

This post is manifold. On the one hand, it’s a call to action for me. For me to be reminded of what works and what doesn’t so that I can maintain as much of this serendipitous energy. On the other, it’s a gratitude post, as I said. Then another, it’s a manifestation. A declaration of what’s to come. I’m recognising the blessings I’ve had so far and declaring that more is on its way in this wonderful decade of my life.

I welcome positive change. I welcome blessings. I welcome progression and challenges to make a better life. I welcome what the universe has in store for me, for I know a higher power is at play, knowing things I don’t.

I must trust. I must breathe. I must flow.

Starting my 30s on the “right foot” has been important to me. And I feel I’ve done just that. Who knows what else is in store for me but I know that I am capable and powerful. I know I can make a very good life for myself and my family.

Here’s to thriving in my 30s, not my 20s. Online, it looks like every 20-something is a self-made millionaire with a business/ passive income and has a lovely house etc. I didn’t achieve that. That’s okay. I’m still on my journey. But I was very successful in my 20s in a different way. I successfully learned what I needed to learn to be the woman I am today. My 20s were the laying of my foundation. My 30s is where I build.

My 30s is my becoming…

I’m sorry I haven’t posted much lately – I guess I’ve been busy living instead of telling others how to! Thank you for being a reader all these years. I hope to do a post at least once a month. We’ll see. I will just let things flow naturally…

Today also marks the anniversary of my dad’s passing. 23 years… He never saw me turn 30. Never saw my brother turn 30. Will never see my sister turn 30. He was only 40 when he died. That’s 10 years from now for me. I can’t fathom it. I work with people younger than 23, how could I have lived without a dad for their whole lifetime? The numbers don’t compute. And that’s grief, right? Things don’t make sense. There’s just a gap. A space. Questions and confusion and pain and anger and strangely some laughter and nostalgia and pondering the future. It’s everything, and that’s why it’s painful.

Just anyway, dad, I’m thirty and your daughter is thriving so far. I hope I’m doing you proud. Mom has had my back the whole way, so I’m in safe hands.

Sincerely,

S. xx