My Next Thirty Years

I think I'll take a moment celebrate my age
End of an era and the turning of a page
Now it's time to focus in on where I go from here
Lord have mercy on my next thirty years

In my next thirty years I'm gonna have some fun
Try to forget about all the crazy things I've done
Maybe now I've conquered all my adolescent fears
And I'll do it better in my next thirty years

My next thirty years I'm gonna settle all the scores
Cry a little less, laugh a little more
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear
Figure out just what I'm doin' here in my next thirty years

For my next thirty years I'm gonna watch my weight
Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late
Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers
Maybe I'll remember my next thirty years

My next thirty years will be the best years of my life
Raise a little family and hang out with my wife
Spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear
Make up for lost time here in my next thirty years
In my next thirty years

 

 

Thank you Tim McGraw (and his talented writers) for giving me words

to celebrate this day.

 

Leaving your twenties behind is an awkward feeling.

I think a lot of it has to do with the glamorization of being young, wild, and free which views women's worth ending when they have the slightest first sign of age.

I never made a 30 before 30 list,

mainly because I felt it would put too much stress in my life and support the

"my life ends at thirty" attitude.

An attitude which, I am sad to say, crept into my thought

and I have battled the past few months.

I went to bed in a less than excited mood.

And I woke up.

My life had not ended.

Nothing really had changed,

but a number,

and the attitude with which I greet it.

 

 

 

2015 is going to be a good year.

I can't think of a better year to begin my next thirty years.

 

Hugs,

Christina