Sooooo ummmm we really had fun. I mean we may have had too much fun even. I know during our time together I went to school and got a degree and worked my tail off. But I also know that we tested the endurance of my liver, and to be honest, really I am glad we made it out of that decade alive.
The thing of it is somewhere along the way I have become settled in with my relationship with my early-mid 30s. I’m not even sure when it happened to be honest. After my most recent birthday, I kinda looked around and realized that I am not in a battle with any of my demons you and I were fighting together. I feel secure. I feel safe.
My 30s have brought security in all forms, with myself, relationships with those I love, finances, living situations. The people I spend my time with are mostly family or very dear friends. I enjoy putting thought into the food I eat or the way I spend my downtime.
Okay and here’s the weird thing. I was younger and prettier and had a better body during our time together. A few weeks ago I looked in the mirror and saw faint lines across my forehead that didn’t go away when I stopped wrinkling my face. Even though I am down to my pre-baby weight, I have a lower belly mom pooch that is just probably going to be a part of who I am from here on out. And you know what, 20s? I really don’t care. Those are not the things that make me feel self-conscience anymore.
Sometimes I think that what my 30s and I have can be compared to what we had. During my recent birthday celebration, I realized just how different our relationships are though. I was completely okay with the wildest part of the festivities being me trying to choose which exotically infused balsamic vinegar I should pick out at the gourmet food store and then going to eat some badass tacos. Not only was I okay with it, but I was happy.
I’m not hating on you, 20s. We weren’t only a bunch of good times. I learned from you, met my husband, made life long friendships. I am grateful for everything you taught me. I will always look back on our nutty, nutty shenanigans fondly, and those will always be some of the best times of my life. Even so, I thought I should let you know that I am not holding onto you any longer. I’ve moved on, and I don’t miss you anymore.
Perfectly Content Lacey