The Body Practice

The countdown has begun on the turning of the wheel.  Today is my last day as a 30 something.  I remember in my twenties watching that show…I couldn’t wait to be 30-something.  They were the perfect age.  Things were happening in their lives.  Passion, angst, love, art, conflict.  I loved the show and it set a standard for the way I wanted my life to feel.

My thrities were some of the best years of my life thus far.  I left a marriage that wasn’t working, got to be single for the first time as an adult (I got married to my highschool sweetheart when I was 21).  Being single rocked.  I had a tight circle of friends.  We were political, artistic, almost tribal.  That felt like the 30 something show the most.  Our circle grew developmentally. People started following their dreams, moved off, or moved on.  Soon after that, I met my LOVE.  Eric.  Our story is sweet and I couldn’t have written it better myself.  We got married when I was 37.  One of my blogs talks more about that. 30 was also when I went back to school to get my masters.  I am still working on that.

 I wanted to use my blog today to say THANK YOU 30!  I have spent a good amount of time grieving that this decade will come to an end.  In a way, I feel like I am losing a friend.  But when I get centered, I can see that I am not losing or leaving anything as much as I am transforming.  I am blooming and becoming more rich. 

Am I the butterfly?

Or maybe a good wine?

A blooming flower?

The Earth?

The Universe?

As I leave this decade, I realize it is a time when I have used the last several years to plant big seeds for 40.  (Which, by the way, I hear the 40’s are great. And I have got to believe it.  SOme of the most fabulous women I know radiate in their 40s.)  I have a plethora of dreams scattered throughout the next 10 years.  And they are GRANDE, my friends….and beautiful… and they wait at my feel like children, bounding with the energy of all their many possibilities.

So as the minutes tick away on this last day, I sit in the in-between. This is a familiar place to me. One foot firmly planted in the security and memory of my 30’s, honoring its highs and lows for what they made of me….the other foot leaping at the years to come…my mouth watering at the mere thought of sinking my teeth into their promising sustanance. A 40-something feast.  A decade of decadance.

Goodbye my sweet 30’s…thank you.

Rae