About
a week leading up to my 30th birthday reality started to set in, I
started questioning where I was at in my life.
What did I have to show for myself?
Although I usually know better, I began comparing myself to other friends
who just turned 30; some have kids and families already others are well along
in a successful career. I have
accomplished none of those things. As of
yet we are still unable to have children (that’s another story in itself) and I
am switching my college major so I’m no closer to an amazing career. So what do I have? I’m a housewife with a broken car so I can’t
go anywhere.
My
actual birthday went along very smoothly, without any major incident. My husband had to work so I relaxed that
day. Then later that evening we went out
for a lovely dinner and dessert and spent the rest of the night relaxing
watching a movie; very low key.
So
now it is the 10th, two days later and I have to laugh at the stress
I put on myself. No, I don’t have kids
but it’s not like I’m 80 and missed my chance.
There is still a chance but if it doesn’t happen, we’ll have more money
to travel in our later days. Although I
don’t have kids, I still have a family (husband, parents, sister, etc.) that I
would do anything for and vice versa. I
got my panties in a bunch over not having a fancy career, and looking back all
I can do is laugh at myself. I have the privilege
of being a housewife and a student instead of being forced to work a dead end
job and stress about moving forward In my life.
So
all in all I got all worked up for nothing.
The day passed without incident and all I can do now is laugh at how
ridiculous I am. I need to stop taking
life so seriously and let go of my anxiety, just breathe, and enjoy life while
it’s happening.
