On being (almost) 40

On the eve of the dawn of my last month being 30-something (wow, that was a lot of words, hope you understood that), I’m laughing. Laughing because at the age of 39 I proved you CAN mess up Tuna Helper. The ingredients just refused to blend even after following the instructions Ok, I confess. So maybe I forgot to drain the tuna. Maybe I didn’t exactly measure the water to perfection. Maybe at first I didn’t even follow the instructions AT ALL and tried to salvage it (oops). But seriously, Tuna Helper…can’t the instructions leave a little room for error for someone?! Sigh.

At any rate, my Tuna Helper ended up being a curdled, separated mess.

Yuck.

So, I settled for a homemade milkshake I made with the leftover milk I bought for the sole purpose of making Tuna Helper. And it was yummy. Problem solved (but as I was drinking it I was thinking..I really should eat better…) Sigh.

But, that’s not the point of this post.

I’ve been pretty quiet on my blog lately. Partially because I can’t figure out what to do with it right now and partially because I’ve had a lot of transitions in my life and I’ve been pretty busy figuring it all out.

But, that’s also not the point of this post.

Tomorrow, June 8, is my final month EVER of being in my 30s.

Wow.

How did this happen?

I’m going to be the big 4-0. Forty.

Wha?

I realize there’s going to be many people reading this who say “40 isn’t old…” and such. OK, so it’s probably not. But I admit it feels weird. I remember a time in my life where I thought 28 was old…I had a mentor in my life who I really looked up to when I was in my teen years and she was 28…I thought she was SO old. Now I’m staring down 40…uh…weird?

But that’s ALSO not the point of this post.

As I turned 39, I promised myself that I’d say “yes” to a lot of things in my life following a surgery I had a week after my 39th birthday. Surgery came and went. After surgery I had a lot of time to think as I recovered about where I wanted my life to go. And I set out to make changes. I began seeking a new job, which I got this spring (love love LOVE my new job!).

I also vowed to accept any (and all) changes that the universe threw at me that were necessary for my personal growth. Again, life delivered…and I’ll just leave it at that. I have a personal policy against going too deeply personal in my blog. But suffice it to say a few things this year have taught me a lot about myself.

So, tomorrow I enter my last month of being 30-something. What will I do with it? Well, I’m going to do what I’ve been doing. Work hard. Play hard. Laugh. Love. Be grateful (I’m over number 850 in my thankful posts!!) Keep planning for the future and continue to live in the moment at the same time. Take great photos. Have adventures. Spend time with those I love. Pet my dogs. Get attacked by the outdoor cat who thinks it’s hilarious to jump on my back while I’m trying to take a random macro photo of an ant that I’m actually terrified of but they’re really cool-looking.

With ALLLLL that said: I have thought about this post for a while and thought I’d have some fancy advice for going into your 40s … but I don’t. And that’s that.

Thank you to anyone who read this…my rambling mess of a post. But life is random. I’m random. And I love it that way.

And P.S. while I’m being random…if you want random Wandering Pigeon-style snippets, go to my Snapchat…autumnpath. Warning, there is zero, absolutely ZERO rhyme or reason to what I post.

Gratefully yours,

The Wandering Pigeon 🙂