Not That Much Wiser, Just a Little

You impart wisdom on your birthday, it’s what you do.

Last year, I shared 8 Lessons Learned by 38. And those are all still true and pretty much what I’d want to share today.

Maybe I didn’t learn all that many more lessons over the past year, but instead, just lived the lessons I’d already learned, content in where I am.

Though if I take others’ suggestions, now is the time when I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to lop off all of my hair and take up running. But I love the ease of twisting my hair into a braid or bun and y’all:

There aren’t any real age cut offs for something or new must-do’s just because you’ve had a birthday.

Something I didn’t realize before.

That there isn’t some sort of age police who go around and tell you how your life now has to change just because you’ve reached a certain age.

Do what makes you happy, do what makes you comfortable, and do what makes you grow.

It might not fit with the stereotype of a 39 year old (or however old you happen to be), but stereotypes are foolish anyway.

Though, if I wanted to add one more lesson to last year’s list, so I’d have 9 lessons learned by 39, I’d say this:

I hate all the “by this age, you should…” advice, but well, I’ll make an exception for this one. 

But this age, you should only accept the best in certain things.

• Shorts that have the best fit (because shorts can be cruel, so don’t go for the ill-fitting ones)
• The good desserts (if you’re going to eat those calories, make sure they’re fantastic ones)
• A fantastic moisturizer (though someone probably needs to remind me to put this on all the time)
• A comfortable mattress (because sleep is precious and so is your back)
• Toilet paper (life’s little luxury)
• True friends (because life is too short)