Thriving

Turning thirty was hard. It wasn’t because I had this unfulfilled expectation at of where I’d be at this age. I’m thrilled with all I have accomplished. There is nothing huge that I feel like I’m missing. Eventually over the past few weeks I realized, thirty wasn’t hard, my twenties were. The insecurity, the pressure, the isolation. My twenties were like wandering around the geography section of a library, searching for a roadmap, the more lost in books I became the harder I looked. The harder I looked, the more tired I got. Until I just had to sit still for a while and eventually walk out of the library. In doing so, I realized the secret to my twenties. There was no guide, no map. Uncertainty: that’s how I would define my twenties. In August, I grieved the loss of what some people told me would be the best decade of my life. But bereavement, as painful as it is, is magical in a way. Bereavement is healing, and with it I began, a person whole, to my next decade. With clear eyes I still have no idea what I am doing. But I wouldn’t do a single thing differently. And if I had to say something to my doubtful twenty-year-old self it would be this: the nay-sayers are wrong. You can do this.

7 Replies to “Thriving”

  1. Maggie, thank you for sharing your thoughts on turning thirty. As you know, different times and experiences take us through the beautiful journey of life. The happy times and the hard times make us who we are and give us the gift of growing. Growing as a person Allows us to become more grateful and mindful in our everyday lives. You possess as a thirty year old so many very special qualities . You are an extremely loving, kind, thoughtful, intelligent and energetic young woman. You light up the room and always make everyone who is blessed to know you feel just a little bit better !
    Happy 30th birthday maggie❤️
    And you’re right, I’m gonna rock the booties with the Pucci!😁

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