At 29 I realize…
That I am now working out to keep my body in basic working shape, instead of doing it just to feel and look better. If I don’t work out my back will hurt and my wrists will ache, and since my livelihood is dependent on my hands I need to suck it up and perform maintenance. I have exercises that were prescribed to me by a physical therapist and I no longer have a say in the matter. I feel kind of like an old car.
That all those years of not drinking, smoking, tanning and staying up late paid off. I have better skin than I did in my teens.
That it does get better. The older you get, the less fucks you give. If I were offered a chance to be 18 again, I’d turn it down. In fact, I’d pay good money to make sure I’d never have to be 18 again.
That it is perfectly fine to take an afternoon nap every once in a while.
That there’s nothing embarrassing about having your shit together. Funnily enough, my not being a chaos-loving hedonist has been a massive source of embarrassment in the past.
That after a life of looking older than my actual age, people now tell me I look younger. I do not know when it was that I actually looked my age, and I really hate the congratulatory tone in which they tell me that my god, you lucky girl, you don’t look 29 at all! Imagine having to look 29, what kind of hell on earth would that be, right? Like, if I actually looked 29 at 29, I might as well just go jump off a cliff! The horror! Psssh, get out of here with your bullshit.
That I have officially given up keeping up to date on new bands. If they didn’t exist when I was 25, I will only find out about them by accident.
That it takes time to form a habit, and that trying to implement five new habits into your life at once is setting yourself up for failure. Habits formed in 2014: reading regularly, staying away from my laptop most evenings, eating vitamins, meditation, cutting down on artificial sweeteners.
That you can’t do everything all at once. Even though you’re good at writing, and drawing, and photography, and blogging and graphic design, you can’t do it all professionally at once, at least not while being a sane human being with a partner and a dog and friends and real life commitments.
That not taking things personally makes life a hell of a lot better. It’s not always easy, but it is a good goal to have.
That I don’t actually dream of a walk-in closet.
That if your spouse or partner is also your best friend, you’ve struck gold.
That meditation isn’t just some new age mumbo-jumbo.
That life is too short to eat mediocre ice cream.
That it is really hard to write one of these lists without sounding like a Pinterest “life lessons” board barfed all over my blog.