My baby sister left me a voicemail this morning. A part of her message was the title of this post this morning. I thought it was the PERFECT way to wish me happy-last-year-in-your-30’s birthday. Definitely has a party/positive vibe to it.
When I was younger, I told myself I would accomplish a bunch of stuff by a certain age. I would own a restaurant in my 30’s (ok, its a slight reframing of my story—I said by the time I was 30—still holding out some hope), retire by running a B&B by my 60th birthday, that I would be married by the time I was X, and so on and so on.
You know what it reminds me of? The corney song “Unanswered Prayers” by Garth Brooks. (though I strongly reject the idea of a “man upstairs” or that somehow G-d has a penis or hoo-hoo, but that is for an entirely different post) How come? I could never have known to ask for what I do have. I would have never had the words to pray for what has come in my 39 years. No, it has not been all sunshine, cupcakes and rainbows (ok, maybe it mostly has been rainbows), but I would not trade a minute for the life that continues to unfold.
My friend Bronwyn (and Colleen) left me a perfect quote on my facebook wall today. It was:
“You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need.” Rolling Stones
My ma’s favorite band? The Stones. Holy crap I miss her—especially on days like today—but I it seems that everytime I do, someone is speaking words to me, as if she is still here. As I get older, I revel in what I don’t know, what continues to unfold, and how it seems that everything, every (dag-gone) thing, is related—and a gift.
Mitakuye Oyasin, and indeed—happy 18th anniversary of my 21st birthday, to me.