At the nail salon yesterday while treating myself to a holiday gel mani, I listened to a nail tech and her client talk.
The client had just turned 30, and the nail tech shy of 24 grilled her about the shock and horror of the big 3-0. How did she feel about this milestone birthday, the tech wanted to know. The woman getting her nails done didn't LOOK as old and moldy as 30, after all, according to the manicurest.
The client said she didn't FEEL any older than she had in previous years.
They went on to talk about apartments in a questionable part of town, relationships and their shared agreement that kids probably weren't in the picture for them. What if they regretted having kids, they pondered.
In that moment the weight of my nearly 42 years of life settled over me like a soft and comfortable blanket.
My kids, 8 and 12, and the marriage that brought them into this world are my greatest gifts.
We have lived in a beautiful if not large house of our own with a mountain view these past 7 years.
My 30s has been my favorite decade so far, full of personal and professional and emotional growth. I trust the decades ahead will bring more joy and heartache and wisdom .
Imagine, thinking the best is behind you when the life clock strikes 30. Instead of a substantial life to come that sparkles like a new set of nails.✨
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