Reflections on 31

I spent my twenties living through things most people don’t experience in the entire span of their lives. Some were heartbreaking, some were devastating, some were happy. All were life-changing. I spent those years in an almost constant state of distress and grief, with a smattering of good times here and there. Thirty came and brought along its own set of dilemmas, but overall, the two years I’ve spent in my thirties have far exceeded any year in my twenties.

This past year in particular has been one of discovery (both profound and superficial), of understanding, of healing, of reconnecting, of dance parties and car sing-alongs and laughter and tears (of grief and joy…but mostly joy).

As I begin my 32nd year, my reflections on 31 range from heartfelt and deep to silly and shallow, but all have played a part in who I am today.

 

You never regret being kind.

 

Some of my most content moments in life involve a bathrobe and a towel around my head.

 

Sometimes what you’re thankful for is that you (and your family) survived a hard year.

 

Life is better when you’re laughing.

 

It’s up to you to find beauty in the ugliest of days.

 

You are not responsible for anyone else’s baggage. And no one else is responsible for mine.

 

Things don’t change overnight, but they do change.

 

Sometimes, years later, the grief and the missing are still just too much to bear.

 

You can’t force it.

 

Sometimes the healing is in the aching.

 

Good things happen when you distance yourself from negativity and those who create it.

 

When you believe in people, people come through.

 

Sometimes you get a glimpse of the life you thought you needed but didn’t get…and you thank God you never got it.

 

Miserable people focus on the things they hate about their life. Happy people focus on the things they love about their life. Perception is reality.

 

Love is worth fighting for.

 

A great many things can be resolved with kindness, even more with laughter, but there are some things that just require cake.

 

The things you leave unsaid become your own prison.

 

You don’t give up just because things are hard.

 

Everyone should have someone who believes in them.

 

How you see the world is how you are, not how the world is.

 

Sometimes, making your life happier is harder.

 

“What could have been” could have been a mess.

 

In the darkest of times, in the most unexpected of places, hope can still be found.

 

I’ve been encouraged and uplifted by so many this year, by those in my “real” life and those I’ve come to know via Blogland and Twitter. Strangers from the Internet have been some of my biggest cheerleaders in the good times and have reached out to me in my darkest hours. People who don’t “get” Twitter also don’t get the profound impact of the kindness of strangers and that makes me sad. To all of you who make my life better, because I know I don’t say it enough…THANK YOU!

 

Thirty-one was good. Real good. But I can do better. So here’s to 32, and getting to share life with even more of you! xxoo