I do so love just writing for five minutes and five minutes only. I love having a topic and letting my brain curl around it a little. And then I love reading the ways that other people’s brains have curled around it. So that’s why I’m back with another Five Minute Friday with The Gypsy Mama. She asks us to just write for five minutes straight without worrying about editing or polishing.
Ever since my Mom died at 59, way too young as far as I was concerned, I determined that I will NOT mourn my birthdays
Just the same, I expected more out of the journey of aging than I’ve gotten so far.
A friend of mine told me once that she loved the decade of “30.” The thirties, she said, were a time when she finally felt comfortable in her own skin. So for about a decade, I looked forward to the 30s so I too could start enjoying this skin that I’m in a bit more.
Well, 30 was a doozy birthday this year, what with having my third little cherub for only a few weeks and being a month away from having a tumor out and just in general being knee-deep in bigness and angst.
And I can say that I feel far less comfortable in my skin at this point than I expected.
I have hope though. I’m talking to God about a lot of it, trying to deal with a lot of it, I’m working on it. I have moments of spacious breathing and feeling ok right where I am. I have moments where I get outside of my ever-whirring brain and smell the scent of the air and the squeezes of my kids and just soak in it.
So maybe, just maybe it’s not something that ‘magically happens’ when you have that third-decade birthday. Maybe instead it’s a process… the very one I’m tuning into right now.