I used to dread my birthday, seeing it as just another reminder of the relentless passage of time. Let’s face it, aging can feel daunting. Yet, as I navigate my late 30s, that sentiment has shifted dramatically. There’s an unexpected sense of peace and freedom that comes with this chapter of my life. I’ve learned to appreciate where I am instead of lamenting what I haven’t achieved. I finally feel a sense of pride in my age and all that it represents.
It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what has changed, but a lot of it boils down to my evolving perspective and a newfound comfort in my own skin. Motherhood has significantly influenced this transformation. It has pushed me to confront and improve the less desirable aspects of myself so that I can be a role model for my children. I’ve realized that self-criticism is neither attractive nor productive; my focus has shifted from me to my family.
Sure, I may still be aging on the outside. Looking back at photos from my 20s, I cringe at how I fretted over my weight and skin. I looked vibrant, and it’s disheartening that I didn’t appreciate it at the time. My body has changed—there are wrinkles, sagging, and other surprises that seem unfair—but mentally, I feel sharper than ever.
Gone are the days of extravagant birthday celebrations. I used to stretch my special day into a week-long affair, feeling the pressure to make it spectacular. That was probably just a way to mask my anxiety about aging. These days, I’m perfectly content with a simple birthday: an uninterrupted shower, takeout, and a cozy night with my family. Of course, I wouldn’t say no to a spontaneous trip to Vegas, but those quiet moments mean the world to me. This year, my husband and daughter made me a heartfelt card and treated me to my favorite dinner and ice cream cake. Their thoughtfulness was all I needed to feel cherished.
Living in the moment has become my mantra. Whether it’s catching fireflies with my child or unexpectedly stopping for snow cones, I’m no longer shackled to rigid schedules. Yes, my home may resemble a tornado zone, and my to-do list is endless, but I understand that these fleeting moments are worth savoring. The chores can wait.
I’ve learned to embrace my true self, imperfections included. I’m opinionated, moody, and sometimes controlling, but I’ve finally accepted those traits. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m not the mom who excels at crafting or who perfectly organizes school bake sales. I’m often behind the curve compared to other mothers, but that’s okay. I take full responsibility for my actions and thoughts, and stepping into my late 30s has given me a newfound confidence. Yes, I can be a hot mess at times, and I own it.
Comparing my body to others? That’s so last decade. I’m at peace with my physical self, flaws and all. I’ve birthed a child (soon to be two), and I proudly wear my scars. I may never have the perfect figure, but I have a partner and child who adore me just the way I am. And on a good day, I can still rock skinny jeans and heels.
I’ve finally learned to be still—well, as still as a busy mom can be. For most of my life, I felt an incessant need to achieve more—better jobs, bigger homes, fancier cars. Now, I feel a sense of contentment that wasn’t tied to material possessions. It’s liberating to realize that I don’t need anything extra to be happy; I can just breathe and enjoy the moment.
I’ve also learned the value of humility. I own my mistakes, address issues directly, and apologize when necessary, not just to prove a point but to mend relationships. Life is too short for resentment. I express my feelings and then let go, avoiding the unnecessary drama. Being passive requires too much energy for someone at my stage of life.
Interestingly, I anticipated that turning 37 would be tough, yet it turned out to be a revelation. I have no complaints about my current situation. I’m stronger, braver, and more self-assured than I was in my 20s. Life has become less complicated and far more enjoyable. Can I get an amen for that?
In conclusion, embracing my late 30s has brought clarity, confidence, and a deeper appreciation for life’s simple pleasures. It’s a time of self-acceptance and living in the moment, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.