The Late-30s Mud Trap: Reflecting, Reconnecting, and Realizing
Hey Bleu Bells,
This Sunday morning, as I sip my green tea and gaze out the window, a certain thought train is chugging along in my mind – I'm nearing the late-30s station, and it's a bit of a bumpy ride.
Stuck in the Mud: The Late-30s Reflective Moment
You know that feeling when you’re just trudging along and suddenly, whoops, you’re knee-deep in mud? That's where I'm at. Not upset, just... stuck. Stuck in a moment of reflection, pondering, “How did I even end up here?”
It’s like being that hamster on a wheel – running, running, but somehow feeling you haven’t moved. In that sticky, muddy place, I’m there asking myself the hard questions. Do you ever get those 'stuck in the mud' moments?
Disconnecting and Drifting
Part of this mud-trap includes feeling a disconnect. Old friendships that were once my lifeline now feel distant. Life gets busy, paths diverge, and before you know it, you're wondering how these connections that once seemed unbreakable have become so fragile.
Relationship Realizations
And then there's the relationship angle. I've finally figured out what I want, but it's not all sunshine and daisies. There are bumps, unexpected turns, and moments of loneliness.
The Late-30s Conundrum
So here I am, on the brink of my late 30s, feeling lost and reflective. It's this odd mix of knowing more about who I am and what I want yet feeling unsure about my path. Is this where I thought I'd be? Is this where I want to stay?
Embracing the Mud
But here’s the thing, Bleu Bells – maybe being stuck in the mud isn't such a bad place. Maybe it's a chance to pause, look around, and see where I'm at. It’s a moment to reflect, understand, and plan the next step that pulls me out of the mud.
And this late-30s mud is fertile ground. A place where new dreams can take root, where new paths can be forged. It’s not about being stuck; it’s about planting seeds for what’s next.
So, if you’re feeling a bit muddy or stuck as you approach or dwell in your late 30s, know this – you’re not alone. We’re in this muddy patch and pull ourselves out, one reflective, determined step at a time.
With love and mud on my boots,
Shaybleu 💙