Whoa! My daughter turned 1 today! It’s really hard to believe that she was born 365 days ago. She was two and a half months early, and weighed only 2 pounds 14 ounces. She was so strong and made it out of the NICU in 10 days with ZERO complications! She is my beautiful Christmas miracle. This year has truly changed my life! I adore being a mom.
I have to admit that I am going through a mini midlife crisis at the moment. In a little more than one month, I will be turing 30 years old, and for whatever reason, I am terrified. I have always thought people in their 30s are professional and responsible. When I imagined myself at 30, I pictured myself living in NYC or Chicago with a huge walk in closet full of Prada shoes and Coach purses. However, I live in a small town in Arizona and do not have a designer pair of shoes or purse to my name. I am not unhappy with where I live or the life I have, in fact I adore my life and what I have made for myself. Though, I wouldn’t mind having designer shoes! It is just that, to me, turning 30 jst seems so monumental and “adult”.
I think what really is bothering me the most is that I feel like I suddenly have to be more mature and responsible. I honestly have always been a child at heart and have prided myself with that fact. I own a Harry Potter wand, I love animated films, I wear nerd shirts, I love the color pink, and I have even kept two of my favorite stuffed animals from when I was child and have them on display in our guest room. What I am saying is that I feel like I have to grow up and loose the inner child that I have always prided myself on. I am afraid that I continue to be childlike at heart I will be perceived as strange or immature.
Has anyone else ever felt this way or gone through these types of struggles? It has been plaguing me for a long time now and I have only recently been able to put these feelings into words.
Thank you for listening to my vent! 🙂
The Persistent Platypus 