Photo: Regina PovedavA friend described turning thirty as turning a corner. At the time, I scoffed at the suggestion, Queen of Contrary that I am. But I concede - much to my chagrin - that of course she was right.
See the changes weren't so pronounced when I hit 30. But at 31 they're a whole lot more real.
SO what happens when you turn 30...1
See the changes weren't so pronounced when I hit 30. But at 31 they're a whole lot more real.
SO what happens when you turn 30...1
- you stop trying to impress people with beeg words, since you know enough of them now to no longer find them impressive
- you become more accepting. I'd use the word resigned but that sounds somewhat defeatist. So yes, accepting it is. Accepting of your lot and the many jugs of lemonade that life has had you make
- the phrase, 'it's a lemon' finally makes sense. Realising that it has much to do with sucking gives you great joy. (I know, too much citrus., I'd best change track before I give someone an ulcer)
- You're more comfortable with your body no matter what the shape. You understand it better and know that if there's something you don't like about it, only you have the power to change it
- You accept the fact that not everyone will have the heartstopping romance that novels promise. And that having 'comfortable' ; ' supportive'; ' friend' - in the long run these things can count for a lot more. Besides, your firsts were pretty impressive by your own standards and those are the only standards that matter anyway
- you no longer believe everything you read
- you finally concede that there is no Utopia. Not within religion. Nor without. It's all about carving that body shaped niche. One that is large enough to accomodate even your inconsistensies.
- you realise that while black and white is a striking contrast and most fetching when it comes to colouring your world, it's also very limiting. You begin to explore all the shades in between and thank Allah every day for allowing to the ability to do so
- You befriend Allah and discover minifestations of His Supreme clemency in tiny gestures each day. And know with all your heart that He has bigger things to worry about than the length of a man's beard or a woman's hair for that matter
- you begin to discover what makes life so precious
So yeah, being 30...1 is not bad. It's atually pretty good. If you're real about it. And I'm all for real.
9 comments:
Wow, I've checked through the whole list and I'm 27 soon...but then again, I was always too big and mature for my own good :P
Congrats hey...I believe that with age comes wisdom, and freedom of sorts :)
Hmm, Azra, not sure whether that was meant as an insult :P
But I;ll take the wisdom bit - to an extent- since I believe that peole who truly possess wisdom seldom see themselves as having it. It's those amonst us who suffer from the delusion who bother to put a label to it. And are pleased by it. As the Arabic proverb goes: Al Jaahilu Yarda an nafsihi
Salaams Dear:
Your writing buddy (guess who) turned 60 over the weekend, lol!
Wow,i really like this!
Salaams SAfiyyah,
MAy Allah grant you a long and blessed life Aameen
Ummsaaz, welcome. It's been a while I hope you are well :)
Took me this long to get here.
Nope, No, Nay, Nein...it was not an insult :) It was actually kudos to me from me. I've been through alot and I always bitch and moan about it, but then I read lists like these and I'm grateful that I've managed to learn so much in so little time.
It had no reflection on you. You seem pretty on track with everything...and thats great. Hope you have 60 more long, healthy, lovely, amazing years :D
Jazakillah Azra. I was actually taking the mickey out. So no amends necessary. We should meet someday. Btw, how did the blog meet go? Were you there?
Salaams Dear:
Your personal inbox is bouncing emails again :(
Nope I couldn't make it. My current schedule doesnt allow for much, but we should definitely meet one day InshaAllah!
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