The Best Decade

Pink Think: “In my thirties, I felt I had hold of one of the reins some of the time.” – Chaka Khan

I turned 38 yesterday.

My husband and I got talking about which decade of our lives was our favorite, and he said each one of his has been great in their own way. I told him I felt the same way, but “(my thirties) is the best decade of my life so far.”

As a teenager, I came to America and had the chance to reinvent myself. I turned from shy girl to outgoing young woman. I performed whenever I could, got better grades than high school, and had fun with an international circle of friends and dating.

In my twenties, I married, established a freelance journalism career, and became a mother.

Now, in my thirties, my young children go to school full-time and I have more time and energy to pursue my passions. I am establishing a fiction-writing career, I write for a major market newspaper and I sing for a rock band.

Except for the rock band part, which kind of just came up from out of the blue, my life is on track as I envisioned it years ago. Well, maybe not quite as far advanced as I’d like in the fiction front. And I cannot be as lackadaisical as my chocolate-chip-cookie-and-soda-for-lunch days like I did in college.

But still.

I am happy.

I am living life on my own terms. I do things because I want to, not because I have to.


Photo of me and my writer-friends Shari Bird and Karen Hoover August 24

At brunch with my girlfriends on Monday, I admitted to feeling silly that I joined my rock band this late in my life; that it’s so adolescent.

I wondered aloud, “Am I really supposed to have this much fun this stage of my life?”

The answer is an unequivocal “Yes!”

P.S. I am having internet connection troubles, and have been able to go online, just barely, to check my e-mail. I appreciate your visiting my blog even though I have not been able to reciprocate as well as I’d like.

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