Pink Think: “In my thirties, I felt I had hold of one of the reins some of the time.” – Chaka Khan
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.
I am happy.
I am living life on my own terms. I do things because I want to, not because I have to.
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.