My Mission

I have decided to take you on a ride. As I spend the last year of my 30s, I will take you with me. That’s right. This year, I am 39. 3---9. Hard for me to say it without choking up. I hate admitting it, and I’d rather not think about it. But hey, isn’t it the new 29? Yeah right.

Mortified and in deep denial, I realized the best way for me to deal with this crisis is to face it head on. That if I were to grow older gracefully like many of the classy ladies I so admire (Lauren Hutton, Diane Lane, Diane Keaton), I better accept it. And I better hustle.

So I want to relish my 39th year by celebrating it as best as I could every day. I want to make each day purpose-driven. Of course deep down I will be horrified, fearful and depressed from time to time, but I really do want my 39th year to matter. Really matter. I am not discounting that I did manage to improve the last 2 decades. But somehow there was no urgency. I guess the saying, "Youth is wasted on the young" finally makes sense to me. I always thought I'd be that cool older lady...the one that doesn't sweat her age. But now that the big 4-0 is around the corner, I do feel some dampness on my forehead. WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING THE PAST 39 years?!!

Major or minor changes, they are all stuff that I’ve been carrying around with me for a long time. I just don't want that weight on me anymore. Because it's not about growing up and becoming oh so mature for me. What it is, is "me" growing better.

So at least every week, I will candidly share with you my adventures in attempting to become a better version of me. And as my birthday is November 5, I only have 9 months and 4 days left. By the time I am blowing 40 candles, I sure hope that aside from the fire extinguisher, I carry with me that confidence that I am yet to reach my prime.

Wish me luck.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Taking My Vitamin C

(2 months and 27 days)---oh dear Lord.

I have been lazy.
I have been "so not in the mood to turn 40", let alone talk about the work I needed to do like I promised you.

While I am ashamed that it's taken me over 3 months to run another entry, I promise you I have been doing the work.
The mental, emotional and physical work.
While I was not writing about it, I was processing it all. "Living" it.

As the dawn of my 40th year draws near, many nights are filled with worries that haunt me. A general disappointment at where I am in my life and career to date. And of course this economy has been my biggest enemy lately in all matters of progress with my passions.

Some old co-worker I never really bonded with told me once that an average Asian woman long for the 3 Cs:
Cars (wealth), Carats (marriage), and Child is what I vaguely remember. All I know for sure is that in my chair I winced, and I argued with her quite a bit actually, letting her know that not all women are like this (me). In my heart, I didn't foresee myself getting there any time soon. And I was fine with it. I just couldn't relate.

Now years later, I remember that list and as I feel insecure about turning 40 about just about anything and everything, and I succumbed to reflecting about that list (and truthfully what society considers the signs of success). After being my own biggest critic, I realized that she couldn't be more opposite to me as a person. And I am not some cattle in a herd that blindly follows. (By the way, I do own an adorable Honda Fit I am in love with, but I am pretty sure she met those of the type that warms your butt with heated leather seating).

So why would I measure my life against this stick? Because it is the accepted norm I guess.
But it's not enough for me.

So let me re-jig the List of Cs for "me":
Comfort (to be able to provide for my parents and loved ones),
Calm (serenity brought on by simple living, good health and hopefully poise),
Charity (compassion for others),
Capital (for my own business in the future),
Commitment (to my true essence and perhaps in the future, with someone who is meant for me)
Courage (to face the future that is so unknown) and
Childlikeness (that giddy wonder forever)

There you go, my Cs. Now I just need to drink plenty of water, defiant as I forge ahead. And wine. And wine.

3 comments:

  1. This entry made me feel even more grateful to have you in my life as a dear and close friend. As another Asian woman who prefers your Cs over the 3Cs, I may just add Chocolate to complete your list. xoxo

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  2. Oh yeah, chocolate. Yes yes. Adding it. :D

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  3. I agree! I do prefer your C's over the 3Cs! I'd add chocolate too plus coffee, a special chef, and what sounds like my car's name! ;)

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