While 2014 was pretty freakin' phenomenal, 2015 is about to be the biggest year yet.
It's only mid-January, and I'm already looking forward to a year packed with big, bold, and crazy beautiful things. The Irresistible Woman ignites the self-love revolution this month. Planning and preparing to get hitched to my favorite, favorite human. Turning the big 3-0 in October. I've got workshops and online programs comin' at you, a comfort-zone busting to-do list to conquer, and, oh, did I mention that I am turning 30 this year?
A couple of weeks ago, as I was calendaring my year (gotta plan in advance for the big stuff, am I right?), I was hit with the big 3-0 realization. Cue the panicky sweat, the drafts of calculated ten-year plans, the "holy shit that means that the next year, I'll be 31... then 32... then 33..." You see where I am going, it was a grade A freakout.
Yeah, yeah, I know what you're going to say. 30 is nothing, Kate. You're young, you're energetic, you have such a bright future! And, spoiler alert, you'd be right.
The truth is that I'm not where I thought that I would be nearing thirty. To be honest, there are a lot of "should haves" and "could haves" that run through my mind. I have a tendency, in the midst of "shoulding" on myself, to mentally compare myself to the cultural standards set for women. Cue the checklist o' "coulds." I'm not a doctor (I was pre-med during my freshman year of college). I'm not yet a mother. I still make tough decisions everyday and get mired in negative self-talk and self-criticism. I've moved places I never thought I would, did jobs I never thought I could, and am knee deep in some of the most transformative work of my life.
I'm not where I thought I would be nearing thirty. Babe, I'm somewhere so much better.
And there is so much more to come.
Over the past few years, as my life has expanded, I have had the amazing opportunity to meet men and women who have visualized and dreamed and done. They've expanded their businesses, changed careers entirely, entered new, unknown fields with grace, certainty, and the courage born of fear. And all of them were over thirty.
I have a friend who let go of a career in marketing to try her hand at photography. She may not know where it will lead her, but she sure as hell knows that the pursuit beats the slog. I have friends who have become therapists in their 50's, joined and built counseling practices when just years before they were working as teachers or administrators or non-profit rockstars. I have friends who have built successful network marketing businesses, grabbing hold of their dreams for abundance in the face of inexperience. I'm grateful to say that the list goes on and on.
I've had moments where I thought that it was too late for me. Too late for me to start, too late to catch the big fish, to dream or create or experience alignment. To find love. To realize financial abundance. To feel free or inspired or engaged on the daily.
When I have my moments - the ones where I freak out about where I should be or what I could have been - it is these friends, colleagues, and sisters who remind me that what Aristotle said is true: "You're never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream."
It's your turn. What are the dreams that you've been putting off, setting aside? Stop "shoulding" yourself and share. It's 2015. What are your big dreams?