When I was younger, being thirty seemed ancient but as time progressed, I didn’t approach 50 with trepidation, just a different lens. I have become more comfortable, more content with the person I am, and where I am in life.
I actively work on trying to be kinder and more considerate of others when I say or do things. Maturity has also taught me to give myself grace and not self-critique as fiercely as I did a few years ago. Why should I continuously compare myself to others? I now analyze the goals I set or think I should seek before jumping the gun. I ask myself, why am I doing this? Will it add true value to my daily existence, my family’s wellbeing, or bring me joy? I don’t always feel I have to prove anything to others anymore, and that change in thinking is a big deal for me.
After becoming a mother at a young age, I tried to play it safer and did what was expected of me, or what I thought society expected of me. If I could tell my younger self anything, it would be to take more chances. I now tell my children to take chances, seek out hobbies, jobs, and friendships that they are passionate about, and not just ones which are considered the right step to fit a resume profile. I want my children to live their lives abundantly. I wish I had given my younger self that freedom.