I was born at 9:30 am (or 9:30 pm; I can never remember) on November 4, 1981….
…which means that sometime around either 9:30 am or 9:30 pm on November 4, 2011, I will turn thirty years old!
Turning thirty was something I never thought about…
…until I turned 29.
Suddenly, age mattered.
Suddenly, accomplishments mattered.
Even though I had received my degree in my 20’s, gotten married in my 20’s and became a homeowner in my 20’s, I still didn’t feel like I had accomplished anything truly amazing.
And since I was voted “Most Likely To Succeed” in middle school and high school, I had to be truly and amazingly successful!!
Otherwise, I would be a wasted vote.
Another woman without her own TV show.
Or summer home in France.
Or Orlando Bloom on her speed-dial.
Or full-time job!
Or health insurance!
Or carpet that didn’t smell like dog urine!
After making a mental list of all the things I wasn’t and didn’t have, I began to dread turning thirty…because I did not want to enter a new decade as a failure.
But what I failed to see was that I was NOT a failure.
I just had a mixed up idea of what success really was.
But thanks to a supportive husband, loving friends, tough conversations and a praying Momma, I have finally come to realize what true success means:
1. Self love.
2. Emotional maturity.
3. Strong and loving relationships.
7. Lots of cats.
Of course, realizing these things doesn’t mean that I have mastered them.
Thankfully, success is a journey…not a moment.