Today I completed Day 1 of the Whole 30. My derby wife talked me into this. Aside from just being rad people, we get along so well because we are both really independent and head strong. (And have an affinity for good IPAs and giant plates of nachos.) So when she said, "You should do this with me", at first I laughed, and then I said "no way". And then I started to give it some serious consideration.
See, I hate October. It's my worst month. Every year. These 31 days seem to just drag on. Filled with dread, and wonder, and wishing. A simultaneous hope for the month to just end already, while not wanting to admit that when November 1st hits, it means another year has gone by. A year that leaves me reflecting on what I have learned, how (if?) I have grown, and whether or not she'd be proud.
There's a lot of wisdom out there about your 30's. You're supposed to give yourself and others more grace. Stand up for yourself. Save for retirement. Stop shopping at H&M. And while most of it is kinda dumb, I do think our 30s are a time when we learn that we need to shout love into the universe just a bit more.
And while the connection may not make sense to most people, in my head it does. (Which is the case more often than not.) Why not take one of your worst times and try something new in hopes of making it a better time. Why not shout a little love to myself and see what happens? So, I'm giving this a try. And to be honest, I'm a little terrified. It's going to be a lot of kale. And meat. And I may even have to eat an avocado. (Gag.) But there is something so great about saying, "No really, I am going to do this. Because I am terrified. Because October. Because I have some great folks who are supporting me. Because I am inspired by strong women who do cool things. And because I believe in myself."