Yesterday was my birthday. Was it my best year ever? Not by a long shot.
Last year really slapped me in the face. Maybe it’s just that Iwas finally forced from my idyllic San Diego bubble I’ve been living in, but it seems to me like shit got seriously real last year.
Moving to a place where I know no one and rebuilding my business from the ground up has not been easy, but it’s not just me that’s having a hard time adulting.
So many people my age are facing all sorts of challenging choices and decisions lately. I know people getting divorced. I know people who’s kids are diagnosed with autism and learning disabilities. I know someone who’s kid asked them for birth control, and other people who are struggling with infertility. I know far too many my age people battling and even dying from cancer. The list goes on and on.
What the heck? Is 35 the magic age where everything suddenly gets hard? I can’t even imagine what 36 is going to be like.
Still, I wake up each day and try my best. When stuff gets hard I tell myself that “tomorrow is a new day”. Despite the identity crisis I’ve been having since moving to Oakland, there’s a few things I know to be true.
I’m not a wuss.
I’m not a quitter.
So maybe I’m not quite sure of who “Oakland Betsy” is. Maybe I’m not as confident as I used to be in where I’m headed, but I’m just going to keep moving. What choice do I have?
If I’m lucky I’m not even halfway through this crazy trip of life. I know things can change in an instant, both for the best, and for the worst. The 36 year old me plans to keep an open mind and continue to repeat my new mantra;
“Just because things are different, doesn’t mean they’re bad”
Let’s do this 36.